Quotes About Guilt

Monsieur Morcerf," said Danglars, pale with anger and fear, "if I find a mad dog in my path I kill it and, far from feeling guilty about it, I feel that I have rendered a service to society. If you are mad and try to bite me, I warn you that I will kill you without pity. Is it my fault that your father is dishonored?

We are often criminals in the eyes of the earth, not only for having committed crimes, but because we know that crimes have been committed.

He had frequently called for capital punishment on criminals, and owing to his irresistible eloquence they had been condemned, and yet the slightest shadow of remorse had never clouded Villefort's brow, because they were guilty; at least, he believed so; but here was an innocent man whose happiness he had destroyed. In this case he was not the judge, but the executioner.

Beaucoup de gens haïs ont été assassinés dans une émeute ; rarement un malheureux, fût-il criminel, a été insulté par les hommes qui assistaient à sa condamnation à mort. Villefort traversa donc la haie des spectateurs, des gardes, des gens du Palais, et s'éloigna, reconnu coupable de son propre aveu, mais protégé pur sa douleur.

Seek whom the crime will profit,' says an axiom of jurisprudence.

if you wish to find the guilty party, first discover whose interests the crime serves!

I picked up a rare disease called conscience .... That can often turn fatal.

Bir suçlu asla bir ad?m öndeyken teslim olmaz. Senin bir ad?m önde olduÄŸun aÅŸikar. Sebebi ne? Ä°nsan?n ba??na gelen en lanet ÅŸey. Vicdan ad? verilen nadir bulunan bir hastal??? yakaland?m.

Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.

Who made it your job to feel guilty for every bad thing that happens?

Shelby had thought distance from her hometown would make a difference, but she still feels she's responsible for everything bad that has ever happened in the world. She has bad karma.

She knew that sometimes when you were supposed to feel lucky, all you felt was despair. You were guilty just because you had managed to live. For reasons you couldn't understand, that made no sense whatsoever, you were the one left unscathed.

They're all in church," he said and saw the flush of guilt, or of wind, on her broad cheeks. The wind lifted his own thinning hair—those long strands he combed back over his crown—made it stand, briefly, on end. Something done right—at least so far—this suggestion of his, whispered to the ceiling this morning, his hand on her thigh. That they skip Mass just this once and head to the beach. Some weeks ago, a tropical wave had slipped off

Every patient clings to fantasies in which he sees himself in the active role so as to escape the pain of being defenseless and helpless. To achieve this he will accept guilt feelings, although they bind him to neurosis.

For it is easier to see oneself as a criminal than to know and feel that one was, and is, an innocent victim who must be prepared at all times for torture and persecution. Every patient clings to fantasies in which he sees himself in the active role so as to escape the pain of being defenseless and helpless. To achieve this he will accept guilt feelings, although they bind him to neurosis.

There would never be any room in her for anything else. No room for anything but the realization of what she had done.

I think that this is minor. Things will happen in your life—things will probably happen in your life—that will make this seem minor. Other things you'll be able to feel guilty about.

Su voz daba a entender que era posible hacer cualquier cosa, cualquiera, y quitarle importancia diciendo que era una broma, una broma a costa de toda la gente solemne y culpable, toda la gente moral y emotiva del mundo, la gente que «se tomaba a sí misma en serio». Eso era lo que él no podía soportar de los demás.

Life has a lot of surprises up its sleeve . . . I just mean there's more than one way to love God, and taking pleasure in the world is surely one of them. That's a revelation that's come on me rather late. Too late to be of any use to your mother . . . No. Guilt is a sin and a seduction. I've said that to many a poor soul that liked to wallow in it. Regret's another matter. How could you get through a long life and escape it?

As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.

Everyday he got up. Before sleep wore off, he was who he used to be. Then, as his consciousness woke, it was as if poison seeped in. At first he couldn't even get up. He lay there under a heavy weight. But then only movment could save him, and he moved and he moved and he moved, no movement being enough to make up for it. The guilt on him, the hand of God pressing down on him, saying, You were not there when your daughter needed you.

She was in the downstairs bathroom sneaking bites from the macaroons my father's firm always sent us for Christmas. She ate them greedily they were like suns bursting open in her mouth.

When all is said and done, killing my mother came easily.

I began to feel humiliated. It felt like I was abusing myself. Hiding something important that was not really at fault.