Quotes About Guilt

Renard was obliged to report ruefully to his master that the laws of England were so unsatisfactory that it was impossible to have people executed unless they had previously been proved guilty.

La culpa es una emoción hecha a la medida de cada persona

La gente dice «lo siento» sin parar. ¿Sabes cuántas veces he oído esa frase? Demasiadas. Y rara vez quien la pronuncia lo siente de verdad. Normalmente lo que quiere decir es «siento que me hayan pillado».

Total physical and mental inertia are highly agreeable, much more so than we allow ourselves to imagine. A beach not only permits such inertia but enforces it, thus neatly eliminating all problems of guilt. It is now the only place in our overly active world that does.

Guilt for being rich, and guilt thinking that perhaps love and peace isn't enough and you have to go and get shot or something.

Here then we have the standing and fixed measures of life and death. Immortality and bliss, belong to the righteous; those who have lived in an exact conformity to the law of God, are out of the reach of death; but an exclusion from paradise and loss of immortality is the portion of sinners; of all those who have any way broke that law, and failed of a complete obedience to it, by the guilt of any one transgression

All I got out of it was a terrible feeling that I was a disgusting human being. It was so against everything I stood for, everything I believed in. The next day I felt awful. I had a terrible headache anyway, and my stomach felt like it was still doing slow spins, but worse, far worse, was the way I felt such a slut. I felt sick at myself.

Everyone keeps telling me that I shouldn't feel guilty—but it doesn't seem to help much. What you feel is what you feel.

I can't even explain to you how terrible that feels, that I equate dating a woman with punishment, shame, guilt, disappointment, reproach, reprimand, persecution. It's a nightmare.

Though they had a chance. God forgives them if they would leave the devil and come to Him and go back to the people. They are not guilty of the devil's sins and He has declared them to be free of the devil's sins.

She wanted to unzip her body and step out of it. She wanted to be attached to a machine that would erase her memory, obliterate her guilt, wipe her clean.

but instead I just felt funny inside. Not funny ha-ha, but funny weird. / I was too sad to deal. I slumped to the ground and became a line. A line! That gave me an idea! / "Oh! You caught us!" I said. I tried to sound really guilty.

A man is ruled by appetite and remorse, and I swallowed what I could.

Dawn of a brighter, whiter day Than ever blessed us with its ray-- A dawn beneath whose purer light all guilt and wrong shall fade away.

I felt a little guilty at how thankful I was to realize that Helen Alloy and her quicksilver bosoms were somebody else's problem now. I reminded myself that I wasn't unreasonable to experience a reduction in anxiety when relieved of a responsibility for which one wasn't really qualified.

She wanted behind me, rattling her chain impatiently like a ghost of old guilt issues.

If it's your fault, you weren't just a helpless dupe, right? But if somebody else tells you that you weren't a helpless dupe, you get angry.

I don't know, even now, if that was honesty or a guilt trip. Or maybe sometimes a thing can be both.

forgiveness and responsibility are not the same thing. No one can absolve him of his responsibility. He will remain responsible for the rest of his life. And he knows it, or he would not have told you what he has done.

No one can be the judge of another until he recognizes that he himself is as guilty for the crime as the one who committed it—and maybe more so.

Holidays were invented so single women could overeat without feeling guilty.

People have suggested that I have survivor's guilt. I reject that. We all should be alive. What I have is profound sadness and anger that some worthless dirtbag can come along and take away a family's bright and shining light, leaving a gaping hole that is never to be filled.

Blame is a compulsive behavior, the emotional version of obsessive hand washing, until all you can do is hold your palms out till your hands are full of it, and rub, and rub, and accomplish nothing at all.

My family." "No! You never mentioned that." She had noticed an endearing pattern: whenever Paul felt guilty or in need of affection, he'd tell a painful story about his past.