Quotes About Survivor's guilt

My family made it through Hurricane Sandy. We have water, power, and a roof, but the survivor's guilt makes me want to hide. Sneak away from the brilliance of life. It shouts at me: 'Don't enjoy anything too much; people are suffering.' I feel childlike somehow.

I am responsible for my brother's death. I feel the guilt of having survived. People say, 'You should be happy. You survived.' But I have this feeling that it is not right that I am alive.

I look over and Mike's not there, I hear the drums and know it isn't Jeff. I guess there is some survivor's guilt, but I'm happy to be here every day, still doing what I love most.

You know, I suffer kind of from survivor's guilt. It's like you suffer from success because you feel like - why me? Why am I so special? What makes me so different from the next man and why am I able to achieve these things that this person can't? Prayer is the only thing that helps me get through it.

Survivor's guilt is a peculiar thing. Why would our psyche torture itself for doing what it was primarily designed for?

the flip side of being spared was the agony of wondering who hadn't.

Every war has its demons.

Two decades had passed, yet she still saw her parents' bloodied bodies in every shooting victim she treated.

He told me he felt guilty to have lived, to have made it home when so many did not.

What happened in Nanking, I couldn't claim that as my tragedy. I was not affected. I was not killed.

The Shrink always warned me that carriers stay wracked with lifelong guilt. It's not an uplifting thing having turned lovers into monsters. We feel bad that we haven't turned into monsters ourselves--survivor's guilt, that's called. And we feel a bit stupid that we didn't notice our own symptoms earlier. I mean, I'd been sort of wondering why the Atkins diet was giving me night vision. But that hadn't seemed like something to worry about...

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.

There was no way to laugh anymore, to love, to care, and there was a sense of guilt in having survived when others had been killed. I turned into a worse workaholic than I had already been by trying to work myself into the ground.

She'd done everything she could to compensate and influence the future. She wanted nothing but good for her daughters and the burden of it was huge. It weighed her down, and there were days when it almost crushed her. And she'd made him carry the burden, too. Survivor's guilt. "I worry I haven't done enough. Or that I haven't done it right." "I'm sure every parent thinks that from time to time.

Three days ago we not only ruled the earth, we had survivor's guilt about all the other species we'd wiped out on our climb to the nirvana of round-the-clock cable news and microwave popcorn. Now we're the Flashlight People.

This week's Moving On Circle is about guilt, survivor's guilt, guilt that we didn't do enough... It's often this that keeps us from moving forward.

she'd wished she'd died instead of Stonefur.

In life, you can forgive yourself for a lot, but for reasons that made very little rational sense, it is very hard to forgive yourself for surviving.

Why am I alive when so many others are dead?

I see now that the unnamed soldier is a gift. The named soldier—dead, melted wax—demands a response among the living…a response no one can make. Names are no comfort, they're a call to answer the unanswerable. Why did she die, not him? Why do the survivors remain anonymous—as if cursed—while the dead are revered? Why do we cling to what we lose while we ignore what we still hold?

Besides that, I felt guilty. I thought for some reason... I was alive, and Buddy and those boys were dead, and I didn't know how, but somehow I'd caused it.

Sometimes the survivor's guilt was more than we could bear, a secret between us that we never let show. But we were all we had left?

maybe Reineke would've survived the blast—then he'd never have gotten over surviving it

Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.