Quotes About Guilt

Guilt is a feeble emotion. It surrenders too easily

Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret places is pleasant. —JACOB CATS, Moral Emblems, 1632

He looked such an inoffensive chap, but then so did most of the men who turned up in front of her bench, guilty of the most brutal abuse.

Shame does something to a man. It makes him forget those he loves. It makes a good man do bad things.

If there was one thing Sam understood, it was guilt. It didn't have to be logical; oftentimes it wasn't. It sawed at your gut relentlessly, tediously, until you wore it like a scar.

Judgment is guilt wearing a moral mask to disguise its pain.

Rewards proliferated: The Chicago Association of Commerce offered $50,000 for the arrest and conviction of the killers. Independent citizens banded together and raised $10,000. The city council and the state's attorney each put up $20,000. And still, nothing could be pinned on Al Capone. Allegations of guilt abounded, but none proved provable, and no arrests were made.

I'm Catholic. I might have already mentioned that 'cause if you're Catholic, is it ever fucking not on your mind? I eat guilt for breakfast. I'll take life with a side of guilt—that's a joke we cracked like once a month. What's on the menu? Life with a side of guilt?

She wondered why, when she lay in bed at night, her thoughts turned to Jake. The realization that she didn't daydream about Stephen pricked her with guilt. It was only because Jake was a thorn in her side. But

She'd only gotten what she deserved. No penance could wash away her sins. Not really.

She knew that everything he did was wrong and the fault was hers. He pulled his notebook out of his pocket, stupidly.

Vince went over to Skye. "I shouldn't have pressed her so hard," she admitted, whispering. "This could be the thing that pushes Aunt Minnie around the bend." He put his arm around her shoulder. "Don't blame yourself. She's had that turn signal on for twenty years.

In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.

what race talk is likely to evoke in well-intentioned White Americans: denial and strong emotions such as fear, guilt, confusion, and helplessness.

As I sweat it out in the early hours, a 'guilty victim' of the scourge, I want to bear witness to how happy I am, and will be till the day I die, that I was part of the hated sexual revolution; and that I don't regret a single step or encounter I made in that time; and if I write in future with regret, it will be a reflection of a temporary indisposition.

You can't treat Russia like a guilty schoolboy who has to put a cross on a piece of paper to show he has done his homework. That kind of language is unacceptable.

If pimps and thieves were invariably sentenced, all decent people would get to thinking they themselves were constantly innocent.

1. Self-Sacrifice (subjugation out of guilt) 2. Submissiveness (subjugation out of fear)

Our primary defaults are exhaustion and guilt. Meanwhile, we have beautiful lives begging to be really lived, really enjoyed, really applauded

It is certifiably insane. The only thing worse than this unattainable standard is the guilt that follows when perfection proves impossible.

I manage to feel guilty one way or another, no matter which purchasing priority wins the day. I've either spent too much, bought cheap processed junk, or I've subsidized the sweat shop industry. Even simplifying can be complicated. GAH!

Motherhood often feels like a game of guilt management; sometimes the guilt is overwhelming and debilitating, sometimes just a low simmer, but it always feels right there. There is never any shortage of fuel to feed the beast, so the whole mechanism is constantly nourished to administer shame and a general feeling of incompetency.

You aren't a better person for feeling guilty or bad about yourself, just a sadder one.

But by confronting whatever lies beneath—be it our guilt for wanting more money or our mismanaged investments or our less-than-impressive plans for getting rich—once we give it attention and untangle it, we empower ourselves to end the torture. Our attempt to avoid pain backfires on us all the time.