Category Archives: GUILT

We’re all of us haunted and haunting.”

― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby

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Comedian Russell Means finds himself plagued, even in his adulthood, by memories of acts of mischief and pranks done during his childhood. Thus, at around seven or eight years old, he watched an elderly neighbour planting flowers. The man, seeing Russell’s gaze, explained and illustrated, in some detail, the ways in which the seeds could be rooted into the ground, then grow into seedlings and buds, then, in time, flowers. Stepping into his home for a moment, he asked the young Means to be sure not to trample upon his flowers. Once the man had gone inside, Means, after waiting a moment, felt gripped by an urge to tread on every flower until it disappeared into the flat of the earth beneath it. He did so. The hurt and shock in his neighbour’s eyes when he emerged from his house and viewed the destruction, continues to haunt the now wealthy and renowned comedian.

https://sites.google.com/site/swanezine/guilt-and-shame-quotes

The Bow’ry, the Bow’ry! They say such things, And they do strange things On the Bow’ry! The Bow’ry! I’ll never go there anymore!

The Bowery’ is a song from the musical A Trip to Chinatown with music by Percy Gaunt and lyrics by Charles H. Hoyt. The musical toured the country for several years and then opened on Broadway in 1891

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bowery_%28song%29

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“Walk the Bowery under the El at night and all you feel is a sort of cold guilt. Touched for a dime, you try to drop the coin and not touch the hand, because the hand is dirty; you try to avoid the glance, because the glance accuses. This is not so much personal menace as universal — the cold menace of unresolved human suffering and poverty and the advanced stages of the disease alcoholism.”

― E.B. White, Here Is New York

The advice of foxes is dangerous for chickens.

~ Spanish

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“And once when we were walking on Bredon Hill, we met a bedraggled and exhausted fox. ‘Oh, poor thing,’ Jack said. ‘What shall we do when the hunt comes up? I can already hear them. Oh, I know — I have an idea.’ He cupped his hands and shouted to the first riders, “Hallo, yoicks, gone that way,” and pointed in the direction opposite to the one the fox had taken. The whole hunt followed his directions. There followed a long discussion about when lying was morally justifiable, but he boasted delightedly later to my wife that he had saved the life of a poor fox and showed no trace of guilt.”

― George Sayer, Jack: A Life of C.S. Lewis

There is an island of opportunity in the middle of every difficulty.”

― Alcoholics Anonymous

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“Walk the Bowery under the El at night and all you feel is a sort of cold guilt. Touched for a dime, you try to drop the coin and not touch the hand, because the hand is dirty; you try to avoid the glance, because the glance accuses. This is not so much personal menace as universal — the cold menace of unresolved human suffering and poverty and the advanced stages of the disease alcoholism.”
― E.B. White, Here Is New York

Guilt is the hyena that’ll lunge from behind and hamstring you.”

― Shannon Hale, The Actor and the Housewife

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There’s always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

David Herbert Lawrence

“Looking at the past is like lolling in a rocking chair. It is so relaxing and you can rock back and forth on the porch, and never go forward. ”

― Martha Graham, Blood Memory

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“I lit a fire and sat there in my rocking chair. We lit a candle for him. It was as simple as that. I knew that what I had done may have been a catalyst in Danny’s death, but I also knew that there was really nothing else I could have done. I can never really lose that feeling. I wasn’t guilty, but I felt responsible in a way. It’s part of what I do. Managing the band and taking care of the music is very painful at times. It’s a sad story. A moment I will never forget, years I can never replace, music the world will never hear, all gone in the turning of a second.”

― Neil Young, Waging Heavy Peace: A Hippie Dream

Pity for the guilty is treason to the innocent. -Kahlan

― Terry Goodkind, Faith of the Fallen

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“That reminds me." I dug into my book bag and pulled out a white cardboard box tied with a string. "I brought these back for you."
He looked at the box, then at me, before slowly reaching out. "What are they?"
"Poisonous snakes. Open it."
Zachary untied the string. "They seem like very quiet snakes."
"They’re stealthy. Or maybe dead.”

Jeri Smith-Ready, Shade

“That’s a spiritual lifestyle, being willing to admit that you don’t know everything and that you were wrong about some things. It’s about making a list of all the people you’ve harmed, either emotionally or physically or financially, and going back and making amends. That’s a spiritual lifestyle. It’s not a fluffy ethereal concept.”

Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue

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“And no, it wasn’t shame I now felt, or guilt, but something rarer in my life and stronger than both: remorse. A feeling which is more complicated, curdled, and primeval. Whose chief characteristic is that nothing can be done about it: too much time has passed, too much damage has been done, for amends to be made.”

Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

He who is guilty is the one that has much to say. Ashanti .

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If you could choose your parents,… we would rather have a mother who felt a sense of guilt—at any rate who felt responsible, and felt that if things went wrong it was probably her fault—we’d rather have that than a mother who immediately turned to an outside thing to explain everything, and said it was due to the thunderstorm last night or some quite outside phenomenon and didn’t take responsibility for anything.
(D.W. Winnicott (20th century), British child psychiatrist.

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