Quotes About Shame

We know we need, and so we acquire and eat and eat, past the point of bodily fullness, trying to sate a greater need. Ashamed of this, we turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how to not-need.

You cannot explain, with the limitations of language and inexperience, why your body can cause such a sudden, fumbling response in someone else, nor can you put into exact words what you feel about your body, explain the thrum it feels in proximity to another warm-skinned form. What you feel is a tangle of contradictions: power, pleasure, fear, shame, exultation, some strange wish to make noise. You cannot say how those things knit themselves together somewhere in the lower abdomen and pulse.

There is no alarm clock like embarassment.

Better to endure pain in an honorable manner than to seek joy in a shameful one.

Better to endure pain in an honorable manner than to seek joy in a shameful one. There is a way to understand

Es mejor sufrir el dolor de una manera honorable que buscar la alegría de una forma vergonzosa.

Don't let anonymity turn you into someone you would be ashamed to be offline. Be a mystery, not a demographic. Be someone a computer could never quite know. Keep empathy alive. Break patterns. Resist robotic tendencies. Stay human.

It's a wonder they ever get out of bed at all. But they do, repeatedly, thousands of times each. And not only that - they do it themselves, with no technology to help them. Maybe a little electrical activity in their toothbrushes and hairdryers, but nothing more than that. And all to reduce body odour, and hairs, and halitosis, and shame.

So we have to remember: There is no shame in not watching news. There is no shame in not going on Twitter. There is no shame in disconnecting.

Their conversation topics are very rarely the things they want to be talking about, and I could write ninety-seven books on body shame and clothing etiquette before you would get even close to understanding them.

Cities try to shame us into action, as they know stillness is the preserve of the destitute, the dangerous, the dead.

There was also the option of a "vest," which covered the marginally less shameful chest area. This area included the sensitive skin protrusions known as "nipples." I had no idea what purpose nipples served, though I did notice a pleasurable sensation when I tenderly stroked my fingers over them.

In the Orwellian dystopia the original sin was thoughtcrime, but in our new corporate dystopia the secret inner crime is need, particularly financial need. People in America hide financial need like they hide sexual perversions.

As soon as ever God by his Spirit convinces our consciences of any sin or duty we must immediately set in with the conviction, and prosecute it, as those that are not ashamed to own our former mistake.

Those are marked for ruin who persist in sin, and are not ashamed of the abominations they have committed, Jer. 8:12.

When we pretend to be somoene other than who we are, our true self hides in fear and shame; the fear of being discovered and the shame of not being enough.

All men and women flee from the witnesses of their wrongdoings.

Shame and doubt, the two great cripplers... [Édouard Manet]

If anyone has a conscience it's generally a guilty one.

All men have crimes, and most of them are hidden.

Out of the huts of history's shame I rise.

People easily forget what they're not proud of.

If anyone considers this strange, or even unlikely, I can only say that the truth is something very strange, and we convince ourselves that it does not exist because we are ashamed of it, as we are of a leprous child, although in this manner the truth is not rendered less alive or less truthful. We usually beautify our thoughts and hide the vipers that slither within us. If we hide them, do they not exist?

Ljudi lako zaboravljaju ono cime se ne ponose.