Quotes About Shame

When drawings of vaginas are removed, we learn that we should be ashamed of our bodies. When female nipples are censored but male nipples are not, we know that we must police our own bodies to ensure we do not arouse men … The bodies, sexualities and desires that are allowed online, translates itself into the bodies, sexualities and desires that are accepted in society.

El miedo no es vergonzoso, sólo lo es la cobardía.

I've never felt this ugly or embarrassed — this dirty — in my life. I hate the way I feel. I hate it. I'm a pervert. Why else would my body feel that way when I looked at those pictures?

The hard floor makes my head ache more than it did before, but I don't get up. I don't move. I feel all the ugliness and shame I've bottled up pour over me and cover me like a blanket.

Yeah, I'm a real piece of work- a single man fucking a willing partner in the privacy of my own home. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, I'm so ashamed of my actions.

You're enough of an asshole to have sex in front of me." "Yeah, I'm a real piece of work—a single man fucking a willing partner in the privacy of my own home. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, I'm so ashamed of my actions.

Measure the hate you feel now, and the shame. That quantity is your capacity also to love and to feel joy and to have compassion.

Yr had a region called the Fear-bog. Lactamaeon had taken her there once to see the monsters and corpses of her nightmares accumulating there from year after year of terrifying dreams. They had swum through the almost solid ground. She had said, What is that awful stench? Shame and secrecy, Bird-one, shame and secrecy , he had answered.

That's what courage is. Taking your disappointments and your failures, your guilt and your shame, all the wounds received and inflicted, and sinking them in the past. Starting again. Damning yesterday and facing tomorrow with your head held high. Times change. It's those that see it coming, and plan for it, and change themselves to suit that prosper.

Place down the poison right before me To take my voice out of my chest And wash away my shameful glory Into the gleaming nothingness.

Not thus, from cursed lightness having disembarked, I look with worry on the chambers dark? Already used to ringing high and raw, Already judged not by the earthly law, I, like a criminal, am being drawn along To place of shame and execution long. I see the glorious city, and the voice most dear, As though there is no secret grave to fear, Where day and night, in heat and in cold bent, I must await the Final Judgment...

Certainly I knew the feeling of shame and I knew everybody around me knew that feeling as well. In no way was it a weak feeling, for it seemed more potent than anger, more potent than hatred, stronger even than that most disguised of emotions, fear.

Self-abuse is shockingly common, especially among people who have been conditioned to believe that they are to blame when things go wrong.

But to whom can one appeal when one does not even know where to find the judge? How can one ever hope to prove one's innocence when there is no means of knowing of what one has been accused? No, there's no justice for people like us in the world: all that we can do is to suffer as bravely as possible and put our oppressors to shame.

Sin and shame ever go together; he that would be freed from the last must be sure to shun the company of the first.

Aidos ("shame") is a vast work in Greek. Shame vibrates with honor and also with disgrace, with what is chaste and with what is erotic, with coldness and also with blushing. Shame is felt before the eyes of others and also in facing oneself...shame is a split emotion.

Unfortunately, what anti-human trafficking NGOs [non-governmental organizations] really do is instead quite damaging: they normalize existent labor opportunities for women, no matter how low the pay, dangerous the conditions, or abusive an environment they foster. And they shame women who reject such jobs.

She reacted to this with hostility and openly maintained a prayer vigil outside the intensive care unit, praying that her son would die because of the shame he had caused her.

You will be my conscience, and I will be your shame.

It was a shame about him...really...

Et rien ne peut faire que ce qui a été vécu dans un monde, celui d'avant 1968, et condamné par les règles de ce monde, puisse changer radicalement de sens dans un autre monde. Cela reste un événement sexuel singulier, dont la honte est insoluble dans la doxa du nouveau siècle.

Que signifie depuis le début, Leningrad, le désir de faire l'amour dans le noir ? Il ferme aussi toujours les yeux. Sauf quand je lui caresse le sexe avec ma bouche, il se soulève pour voir, si je lève les yeux, il détourne les siens aussitôt. Est-ce cela la honte, le refoulement

Hvilke historier er det vi forteller om oss selv? Hvilke øyeblikk var det som endret vårt fundament? Ernaux tar oss med 60 år tilbake og forsøker å gi ord til hva en enkelt hendelse kan gjøre med en liv. Hun skriver sterkt om makt, skam og seksualitet, og opphever skillet mellom det private og det menneskelige.

Jusqu'à l'été précédent, j'avais réussi au prix d'efforts et d'humiliations Ã¢â'¬â€œ  être traitée de salope et d'allumeuse Ã¢â'¬â€œ à ne pas faire l'amour complètement.