Quotes About Guilt

It's a ridiculous function of modern work life that we can't just be sick, we then have to beat ourselves up about being sick.

Paul calls these Powers by the names of Sin and Death. These Powers cannot be accounted for simply as the product of individual guilt.

Americans worship creativity the way they worship physical beauty - as a way of enjoying elitism without guilt: God did it.

The air had that heightened energy, that guilty pleasure of tragedy.

How could a woman who had an abortion not feel guilt or some sense of remorse? How could she justify what she'd done? Whom else could she blame when everyone was telling her it's her choice? Without facing the truth and confessing it, how could she be forgiven Who could she be restored? How could she be free?

It's not easy for me either, but if we allow anger to reside in us, we're more guilty than they are because we know the better way.

We're the league of the guilty, after all, not the league of the shortly-to-become-good. We are a work in progress. We will always be a work in progress. We will always fail, and it will always matter.

Should' is my all time least favorite word! It's this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up ourselves and others.

Should' is my all time least favorite word. It's this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up others and ourselves.

Should is my all time least favorite word! It's this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up others and ourselves.

Should' is my all time least favorite word! It's this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up ourselves and others.

But if I'd been so fortunate as to have a God-given talent like yours, I wouldn't have wasted it." Mom wasn't particularly religious, but when laying on a guilt trip, she liked to bring along backup, and she figured God was the only disapproving authority as fearsome as she.

Tom, remember my last letter, when I talked about guilt? I haven't forgotten any of those thoughts; as a matter of fact, they are still churning in my head, and I don't know where they will eventually carry me. Since I last wrote, I did come up with one challenging proposition about guilt: that it could be a fact, and not just a feeling.

Guilt starts as a feeling of failure.

It's an old, old trick of autocratic rule," Idaho said. "Alia knows it well. Good subjects must feel guilty. The guilt begins as a feeling of failure. The good autocrat provides many opportunities for failure in the populace.

Guilt and blame grew defuse when memory covered a millennia.

Government and religion united, and breaking a law became sin. A smell of blasphemy arose like smoke around any questioning of governmental edicts. The guilt of rebellion invoked hellfire and self-righteous judgments. Yet it was men who created these governmental edicts.

Bons súditos devem sentir culpa. A culpa começa como uma sensação de fracasso. O bom autocrata fornece muitas oportunidades de fracasso para o seu povo.

Fremen possessed a highly evolved conscience which centered on their own welfare as a people. It was only to outsiders that they seemed brutish—just as outsiders appeared brutish to Fremen. Every Fremen knew very well that he could do a brutal thing and feel no guilt.

It's an old, old trick of autocratic rule. Good subjects must feel guilty. The guilt begins as a feeling of failure. The good autocrat provides many opportunities for failure in the populace.

There is no guilt or innocence in you. All of that is past. Guilt belabors the dead and I am not the Iron Hammer. You multitude of the dead are merely people who have done certain things, and the memory of those things illuminates my path.

St. Francis is no help, he won't stop the tears bursting out of my two eyes, the sniffling and choking and the God oh Gods that have me on my knees with my head on the back of the pew before me and I'm so weak with the hunger and the crying I could fall on the floor and would you please help me God or St. Francis because I'm sixteen today and I hit my mother and sent Theresa to hell and wanked all over Limerick and the county beyond and I dread the millstone around my neck.

And what's a-trouble to you, Jackie? Father, I said, feeling I might as well get it over while I had him in good humour, I had it all arranged to kill my grandmother. He seemed a bit shaken by that, all right, because he said nothing for quite a while. My goodness, he said at last, that'd be a shocking thing to do. What put that into your head? Father, I said, feeling very sorry for myself, she's an awful woman.

Kill me, or you are a murderer.