Quotes About Shame

When it comes to hiding porn, every man is a CIA agent.

There is no Scorpion like a guilty mind— No sting so terrible as he must bear Whose conscience still reproves.

Good as is discourse, silence is better, and shames it.

En Peyton Place había tres fuentes de escándalo: suicidio, asesinato y la deshonra de una muchacha soltera.

Resistiram à fraqueza, afastaram-se envergonhados, sem ânimo de afrontar de novo a luz dura, receosos de perder a esperança que os alentava.

There is no shame in ignorance, only in denying it. By knowing what we do not know, we can take steps to remedy our lack of knowledge

You never know with dogs. My dog lives with bikes and riders, and still barks like crazy at bike riders. It's our family's shame. I tell her: "Every bite of food you eat, everything good that comes your way, is because of bikes, so no bark!" But she can't help herself; she's a terrier.

Do you trust threats, judgment, shame, or social pressure (even in church!) to change people, or do you trust the Holy Spirit working in the people's hearts and using Christlike acts of love to bring about change? The kingdom of God consists of all those who choose the latter rather than the former and who act accordingly.

The principle suffering of the poor is shame and disgrace. It is a toxic shame -- a global sense of failure of the whole self. This shame can seep so deep down... To this end, one hopes (against all human inclination) to model not the "one false move" God but the "no matter whatness" of God. You seek to imitate the kind of God you believe in, where disappointment is, well, Greek to Him. You strive to live the black spiritual that says, "God looks beyond our fault and sees our need.

Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. Some things are so sad that only your soul can do the crying for them.

One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.

Father George Paulsen said to me, "Most of us have been in the same boat. Most of us find that the sins of our days are the sins of our lives. And the worst thing we can do is let our shame or our pride keep us from asking forgiveness every time we must." And then he said, "The fact that Jesus will always forgive you finally becomes the prod. One day, you realize that you are tired of this confession, tired of this sin; on that day, you'll decide you truly want it gone.

Now you stride alone through the Paris crowds Busses in bellowing herds roll by Anguish clutches your throat As if you would never again be loved In the old days you would have turned monk With shame you catch yourself praying And jeer your laughter crackles like hellfire Its sparks gild the depths of your life Which like a painting in a dark museum You approach sometimes to peer at closely

You alone in Europe are not ancient oh Christianity The most modern European is you Pope Pius X And you whom the windows observe shame keeps you From entering a church and confessing this morning You read the prospectuses the catalogues the billboards that sing aloud That's the poetry this morning and for the prose there are the newspapers There are the 25 centime serials full of murder mysteries Portraits of great men and a thousand different headlines ("Zone")

Pedí a las bailarinas que no se abochornaran por la sangre. Era la condición femenina expresándose en forma natural y bastaba de avergonzarse por ello. Debíamos mostrar —según matizaba Lucien— «aquello que nos negamos a ver, pero está ahí».

En México los políticos han sido, salvo contadas excepciones, una vergüenza pública: su preocupación más importante es obtener beneficios para sí mismos en detrimento del bien común. Lucran con las desgracias de su comunidad en pos de fortalecer o imponer su imagen para propósitos electorales. La

Have I ever been as frightened as when I read that? Frightened of myself, I mean. Ashamed of how I worked. In my panic I started to reply. A letter amounting to, *Please don't cut me out.* I didn't send it. I felt afraid of my words, then, of that machine. I left Manchester soon afterwards. I moved out while Margaret was away; didn't stay to say goodbye as we'd planned. I just dropped the key in her letterbox and went. Befitting what I was.

We've been turned away from our bodies, shamefully taught to ignore them, to strike them with that stupid sexual modesty; we've been victims of the old fool's game: each one will love the other sex. I'll give you your body and you'll give me mine.

I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst-burst with forms much more beautiful than those which are put up in frames and sold for a stinking fortune. And I, too, said nothing, showed nothing; I didn't open my mouth, I didn't repaint my half of the world. I was ashamed. I was afraid, and I swallowed my shame and my fear. I said to myself: You are mad!

This is why I go so willingly into the house of dreams: I admire them for their aptitude for non-discrimination. It is in their house that the equal light from before the guilty feeling reigns. Neither pride, nor shame.

Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.

I am stuck inside the mask I wear. I want to be unashamed. I want to be unafraid. "There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face, I am whatever was left of the real me that fades a little more every day.

Happiness. Is to precious to be ashamed of." For it is the place where passion intertwines with the heart.

Jung observed that everyone has a pathological secret, something so scary, so shameful perhaps, so humiliating, that one will protect it nearly any cost.