Quotes About Shame

Covering up, so far as I can see, is often the accompaniment to far more truly shameful behaviour than stripping off.

Trump has no sense of shame.

Trust me, I am proud of our country. I will never be ashamed of it.

I was raised by my mom, pretty much, and she just had this very non-judgmental, having no shame about yourself, no regrets, just trusting your gut and your instinct, and treating yourself with respect.

Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.

I believe that mothers should tell the truth, even - no, especially - when the truth is difficult. It's always easier, and in the short term can even feel right, to pretend everything is okay, and to encourage your children to do the same. But concealment leads to shame, and of all hurts shame is the most painful.

For God's sake, Marks, do you think anyone really wants a glance at those dried-up matchsticks you call legs?

I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame, I want to scrape a little of it off.

Okay, who wants to see me take off Snivelly's pants?

Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

We are nothing but our own needs. She but showed each of us the face we hide from ourselves and everyone else. She shamed us by exposing our truths.

Guilt will do that.

Each night, in his dreams, he wept, and would awaken to find that what had plagued his dreams had pushed through the barrier of sleep, and he would lie beneath the furs, shivering with something like a fever. A sickness in truth, born of dread, guilt and shame. Too many failures, too many bad judgements; he had been stumbling, blind, for so long.

from a burning tenement block spread an acrid haze that made breathing tortured. They rode through the silent aftermath of slaughter, when the rage has passed and awareness returns with shock and shame. The moment was a single indrawn breath in what Fiddler knew would be an ever-burgeoning wildfire.

If you're told what you should be but not helped to become it, you don't get there. And it makes you ashamed for failing to. When a person you depend on keeps telling you that it's time to 'move on,' 'to grow up,' it makes you feel that who you are now is inadequate or uninteresting.

Even a battered child is sure that it's his fault that his parent beats him. He hopes someday to become good enough so that the beating will stop. I guess the scariest thing for a child to believe is that a parent might be wrong about him—or her.

Only he who is not at home in the land of little dogs will be left to become a big dog. And the only advantage of being a big dog in a world of little dogs is that you are no longer afraid to die. But a big dog - least of all a big dog - cannot escape the shame of living either. This is why I'm doing what I'm doing.

Wise, because wisdom is to be in love with life, whereas foolishness is to be ashamed of love

His kin are proud of themselves and because none of them are truly ugly, Wraethru are never ashamed to admit they are beautiful. Only in a world where ugliness prevails is it a shame to be vain, a cruelty to appreciate loveliness in oneself.

I have shed my pride, along with many other things during the course of this journey. I'm awake, alive, full of feelings and thoughts. They are mine. I am not ashamed of them. I want to be. I want to be part of this world, not a spectator. I want to be real.

He felt ashamed of what he had imagined: the plundering of Finnigin's body, the transformation of Finnigin's flesh. He was unsure what had prompted him to do it.

May the Old Ones forgive me, but as the leagues rolled past our carriage windows, the pleasure of the hunt came over me too and I reverted to a forgotten farmer wildness. Eventually, I no longer had to force myself to kill. And yet, at the time, I could not find the will to be ashamed of it, which means I must accept that this cruel greed is a part of me, thankfully hidden in the regulated, civilised world of Sacramante, but always present in the deepest corners of my souls.

Why did these big wheels kill themselves? They weren't able to live up to the standards they were accustomed to, and they got ashamed in front of their women. You see, you can tell anybody a lie, and he'll agree with you. But you start layin' down the facts of real life, he won't accept it. The American white man has been superior so long, he can't figure out why he should come down.