Quotes About Guilt

And this is what I want you to understand, that good, real good, was born out of your father's remorse. Sometimes, I think everything he did, feeding the poor on the streets, building the orphanage, giving money to friends in need, it was all his way of redeeming himself. And that, I believe, is what true redemption is, Amir jan, when guilt leads to good.

Lo que hiciste estuvo mal, Amir jan, pero no olvides que cuando los hechos sucedieron tú eras un niño. Un niño con problemas. Por aquel entonces eras demasiado duro contigo mismo, y sigues siéndolo...

A veces pienso que todo lo que hizo, dar de comer a los pobres de la calle, construir el orfanato, dejar dinero a los amigos necesitados..., era su forma de redimirse. Y en eso, creo, consiste la auténtica redención, Amir jan: en el sentimiento de culpa que desemboca en la bondad.

I miss Father, and Mother too, he croaked. And I miss Sasa and Rahim Khan sahib. But sometimes I'm glad they're not ... they're not here anymore. Why? I touched his arm. He drew back. Because-- he said, gasping and hitching between sobs, because I don't want them to see me... I'm so dirty. He sucked in his breath and let it out in a long, wheezy cry. I'm so dirty and full of sin.

And this is what I want you to understand, that good, real good, was born out of your father's remorse. Sometimes, I think everything he did, feeding the poor on the streets, building the orphanage, giving money to friends in need, it was all his way of redeeming himself. And that, I believe, is what true redemption is, Amir jan, when guilt leads to good.

maybe, just maybe, I would finally be pardoned for killing my mother.

I often convinced myself I had no envy of Hassan.

That was the thing with Hassan. He was so goddamn pure, you always felt like a phony around him.

Dan inilah yang aku inginkan untuk kau pahami bahwa kebaikan, kebaikan yang nyata, muncul akibat rasa bersalah.

He could hardly imagine anymore what his life would be without the weight of his hidden knowledge. He'd come to think of it as a kind of penance. It was self-destructive, he could see that, but that was the way things were. People smoked, they jumped out of airplanes, they drank too much and got into their cars and drove without seat belts.

I'm your worst nightmare come to walk this side of the lines. I'm an elf, Trent something you're forgotten how to be. You're scared of black magic. I can see fear shimmering under your aura like sweat. I live and breathe black magic. I'm so tainted with it that I will use it without thought, without guilt and without hesitation.

He darted a guilty look toward his dad. "Will you—get me a bottle of spicy?" My eyes jerked to his. "Maybe some barbecue sauce?" I closed my mouth before a bug flew into it. "Sure." I did not believe this. I was pimping ketchup to the son of the FIB's captain.

if I'd been hit with the same thing as Glenn, I probably had his doctor. The thought seemed about right when Glenn shrank back in his chair with a guilty expression. The tomato, too, was in hiding somewhere. I didn't want to know where. I truly didn't.

I wanted it, then felt guilty for wanting water when my friends were going to kill each other.

as a class it is suffering, one could argue, from guilt, anxiety, depression, shame, a surfeit of everything, a sense of irredeemable criminal culpability, and so on. So to put this class out of its misery would be to relieve the individuals in that class from that horrible psychic burden, and possibly release them to a fuller happier life as guilt-free humans on a planet of equally guilt-free humans.

Mother says I have no heart for my own kind. She doesn't know. I have too much. I know what we have done, and what we deserve.

When you deal with naked power from an inferior position, perspectives get distorted. He was the aggrieved party and yet he felt guilty and would continue to do so all his life.

I told him what I told myself whenever my guilt grew too painful: "It happened. It hurt. Better things await you.

The thing about me is – essentially, I'm a coward. I am. I can't stand weird stuff, anything that's not normal. […] I'm a coward, and I've faced it, and I've learn to accept it. And I'm okay with that, as long as nothing happens so I have to start feeling ashamed about it, or guilty. I don't think my parents know this about me. […] But the other thing is, I just hate it when people are disappointed in me.

O who is more to blame: He who sins for pay - Or he who pays for sin?

Catholicism is not a soothing religion. It's a painful religion. We're all gluttons for punishment.

All religions are the same: religion is basically guilt, with different holidays.

Religion must be a punishment, because nobody gets religion who does not have a bad conscience.

Irish Catholicism is very much founded on the stone of fear and of punishment.