Quotes About Blame

I want you to know that when it comes, when it all falls down, it's your fault, you worthless, stupid bitch. I should have started with you. But I'll finish with you, one of these days. You think I won't touch you? I will. From the inside out.

It wasn't her fault

Women are always, somehow, to blame for the acts of men; that's more true now than it ever has been.

We project our own shortcomings onto others. We say to others what we should be saying to ourselves.

she lambasted him for driving so poorly.

She leaps into dark waters and then complains about the depth but blames me for the leaping").

psychiatrist Dr. Abraham Twerski puts it, "Human beings need four things: air, food, drink, and someone to blame.

If there's a violent mob on campus, it isn't Ben Shapiro's fault - he's just someone coming to campus to talk about ideas. Mob violence is the mob's fault

The women who repeatedly fall for creepy men, ignore good men who are attracted to them, and then blame men for their social woes

The fact that someone is seen as being punished by God should not be an excuse for not practicing virtue towards that person, but quite the contrary. Even in an ordinary learning situation, we all make mistakes which cause us problems, but we often equally help one another through such difficulties, rather than blame one another.

In order to truly forgive oneself, one must either explicitly or implicitly acknowledge that one's behavior was wrong and accept responsibility or blame for such behavior. Without these elements, self-forgiveness is irrelevant and pseudo self-forgiveness becomes likely.

order to truly forgive oneself, one must either explicitly or implicitly acknowledge that one's behavior was wrong and accept responsibility or blame for such behavior.

It was relatively easy, we now realize, to categorize countries and nations. You knew who your enemies were and whom you could count on as collaborators and friends. And even more importantly, you had ready-made scapegoats to take the blame when things were going wrong.

It was in kindness that the thought came to me now, whether it was truly spoken, or only called forth from my exhausted memory for what comfort the words might hold. Everyone makes choices, and no one knows what may be the end of any of them. If my own was to blame for many things, it was not to blame for everything. Nor was harm all that had come of it.

Call it fate," Claire had said, looking at him with a hawk's eye, the one that sees from far above, so far above, maybe, that what seems mercilessness is truly compassion. "Or call it bad luck. But it wasn't your fault. Or hers.

Whereas," I chipped in, leaning forward and raising my own voice enough to be heard over the clop and creak of the horses, "if harm comes to them because of some man, the satisfaction of blaming him will be adequate compensation?

ALL THINGS CONSIDERED, it was probably the fault of the electric eel. John Grey could—and for a time, did—blame the Honorable Caroline Woodford, as well. And the surgeon. And certainly that blasted poet. Still…no, it was the eel's fault

And while I would, if pushed, deny absolutely that it was my fault, it was undeniably on my account.

Something my shrink once said bubbled up from memory: believing that everything is your fault is like saying the world revolves around you and that is pure narcissism and no less destructive.

I knew that my heart and mind would always be tempted to feel anger--to find blame and hate. But I resolved that when the negative feelings came upon me, I wouldn't wait for them to grow or fester. I would always turn immediately to the Source of all true power: I would turn to God and let His love and forgiveness protect and save me.

Kumazawa:—"When others blame thee, blame them not; when others are angry at thee, return not anger. Joy cometh only as Passion and Desire part.

Blame, I guess, is a heavy burden to indulge. Forgiving my father doesn't make me miss my mother any less, or change the fact that I long to have her in my life now, for selfish reasons, I admit. Maybe that's the hardest thing to accept about being an adult. The fact that things happen to us in this world that we simply have no control over. Or any ability to change the outcome of.

it's easy to blame everyone else when it hurts to blame yourself. But in the end you have to face it.

Because what a man like him really needs is a God whom he can blame and whom he can get mad at when things go wrong. This way he's got nobody who can be the target of his anger and hatred and that's why he blames his wife, but she minds - and the one who is called God doesn't mind.