Quotes About Shame

Or, perhaps, the fellows are ill at ease because they didn't stick up for their friend. Perhaps they are feeling guilty for the way they once again let her victimize them into being her interrogators. Cheer up, friends, you've no reason to feel ashamed. It is all as it should be. It's not the rabbit's place to stick up for his fellow. That would have been foolish. No, you were wise, cowardly but wise.

Harding) I indulged in certian practices that our society regards as shameful. And I got sick. It wasn't the practices, I don't think, it was the feeling that the great, deadly, pointing forefinger of society was pointing at me - and the great voice of millions chanting, 'Shame. Shame. Shame.' It's society's way of dealing with someone different.

We all want to be guilty, because guilt is power.

What will be left of the power of example if it is proved that capital punishment has another power, and a very real one, which degrades men to the point of shame, madness, and murder?

If you feel guilty or quietly ashamed, seek the power of the Atonement.

Only the Lord Jesus can redeem the soul that is steeped in guilt and shame. This baggage weighs us down until we accept Jesus' gift-the gift that liberates souls from sin's power.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.

The mind of guilt is full of scorpions.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shameWhen the compulsive ardor gives the charge,Since frost itself as actively doth burn,And reason panders will.

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides;Who covers faults, at last shame them derides.

Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator.

With foreheads villainous low.

Thou deboshed fish thou.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O! I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.

Nature her custom holds,Let shame say what it will.

But, alas! to make meA fixed figure for the time of scornTo point his slow and moving finger at.

That England, that was wont to conquer others,Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.

O that he were here to write me down an ass!

Must I hold a candle to my shames?

Thou lily-liver'd boy.

Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,But not remember'd in thy epitaph!

Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.