Guilt Quotes

Sometime we get so addicted to murmuring about the past and blaming the past for everything that we miss our whole future. You're not going to enjoy your future, and you're not going to enjoy your right now, if all you can do is be guilty and ashamed and afraid of your past.

I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I'd been happy. Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue's a stone.

Forgive me... for my love -for ruining you with my love.

We easily forget crimes that are known to none but ourselves.

Mental stains can not be removed by time, nor washed away by any waters.[Lat., Animi labes nec diuturnitate vanescere nec omnibus ullis elui potest.]

Only a fool is interested in other people's guilt, since he cannot alter it. The wise man learns only from his own guilt. He will ask himself: Who am I that all this should happen to me? To find the answer to this fateful question he will look into his own heart.

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Human Beings are the only animals that blush, or need to.

But who would dare condemn me in this world with no judges, where no one is innocent!

How could passion run so deepHad I never thoughtThat the crime of being bornBlackens all our lot?

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty!

A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.

When the history of guilt is written, parents who refuse their children money will be right up there in the Top Ten.

The more I give myself permission to live in the moment and enjoy it without feeling guilty or judgmental about any other time, the better I feel about the quality of my work.

Everyone needs a sense of shame, but no one needs to feel ashamed.

If I have not been exposed and am not in any danger of pursuit. But I have been exposed, I am pursued - by myself! That is a pursuer that does not readily let go.

When we oppose the hidden conscience, it does us hurt. When we betray it, it judges us.

People tend to dwell more on negative things than on good things. So the mind then becomes obsessed with negative things, with judgments, guilt and anxiety produced by thoughts about the future and so on.

It's the people who are in the wrong who get angry.

One unconsciously takes it for granted that doer and sufferer think and feel alike, and according to this supposition we measure the guilt of the one by the pain of the other.

I always felt guilty. My whole life.

Segregation, as even the segregationists know in their hearts, is morally wrong and sinful. If it weren't, the white South would not be haunted as it is by a deep sense of guilt for what it has done to the Negro - guilt for patronizing him, degrading him, brutalizing him, depersonalizing him, thingifying him; guilt for lying to itself. This is the source of the schizophrenia that the South will suffer until it goes through its crisis of conscience.

Rather leave the crime of the guilty unpunished than condemn the innocent.

Every one of us has a bad conscience, which he tries to escape by going to sleep as quickly as possible.

In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

For the longest time, marriage has had a guilty conscience about itself. Should we believe it?--Yes, we should believe it.

Though inclination be as sharp as will,My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,And, like a man to double business bound,I stand in pause where I shall first begin,And both neglect.

The fear of the judge within is more terrible than that of the one without.

I'm tired of hearing about innocent victims. It's fiction, If you live on this planet you're guilty, period, f*** you, next case, end of report. Your birth certificate is proof of guilt.

Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women's faces are their own faults' books.

People feel guilty. And guilt is stymieing. Guilt immobilizes. Guilt closes the air ducts and the veins, and makes people ignorant.

The worst crimes; are the crimes of the heart

Even if you are loaded down with guilt about everything you did in the past, you still are experiencing the guilt in the moment.

The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing.

The application of collective guilt, running from one generation to another, is a dangerous doctrine which would leave few modern nations unscathed.

I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Whether I blush or no.

Few men would dare to read their own autobiography if all their deeds were recorded in it; few can look back upon their entire career without a blush.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

Men hate those to whom they have to lie.

My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.

We often shed tears that deceive ourselves after deceiving others.

Chacun exige d'e" tre innocent, a' tout prix, me" me si, pour cela, il faut accuser le genre humain et le ciel. Everyone insists on his or her innocence, at all costs, even if it means accusing the rest of the human race and heaven.

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.

By the time she got back to work, the only thing Gabby knew for certain was that as forgiving as he'd been, she'd never live down what she'd done, and since there wasn't a rock large enough to crawl under, it was in her best interest to find a way to avoid him.

Pass us by, and forgive us our happiness

Savannah sometimes sounded a lot like the little voice that had taken up residence in my head but never bothered paying rent, and right now it whispered that if I felt guilty, maybe I was doing something wrong.

He who is punished is never he who performed the deed. He is always the scapegoat.

...we rarely confide in those who are better than we. Rather, we are more inclined to flee their society. Most often, on the other hand, we confess to those who are like us and who share our weaknesses. Hence we don't want to improve ourselves and be bettered, for we should first have to be judged in default. We merely wish to be pitied and encouraged in the course we have chosen. In short, we should like, at the same time, to cease being guilty and yet not to make the effort of cleansing ourselves.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.

Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do.

The fact that we still live well cannot ease the feeling that we no longer live nobly.

Commit a crime, and the earth is made of glass.

When anyone apologizes to us he has to do it very expertly: otherwise we might easily come to see ourselves as the guilty party and experience unpleasant feelings.

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.