Donna Tartt Quotes

I live in a puddle of guilt, an ocean of guilt that you want your own time.

Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.

Fear and Guilt are the only enemies of man.

... Herbert said of himself, with his eyes fixed on the fire, that he thought he must have committed a felony and forgotten the details of it, he felt so dejected and guilty.

There's so much guilt there attached to having a perfectly good life.

I was tormented with guilt for years and years. In fact, it was so bad that if I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel right!

i hate not knowing what i did." _Eric

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, “I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others.” These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.

At the same time I know that it’s not really their fault, at least not completely. I did my part too. I did it on a hundred different days and in a thousand different ways, and I know it. But this makes the anger worse, not better.

Boy, I feel more and more undeserving each moment !!

I am so sorry. I wish you knew even one tenth of one percent of how sorry I am. ...It was my fault. Can I kill myself here, or should I do it outside, so the mess on your carpet doesn't upset your mother?

You'll say I'm self-destructive I constructed all this tragedy. Go tell them all it's all my fault You'll tell them I was crazy . And anyway it's over now Nothing left to say.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.

... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.

Is there any stab as deep as wondering where and how much you failed those you loved.

There’s got to be something wrong with us. To do what we did.

The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.

I mean, I felt terrible. And in the beginning, I mean, I was completely devastated. I mean, can you imagine the kind of guilt that you would feel, and the responsibility?

Doubt is the brother of shame.

I have these accidents, these mistakes, these self-inflicted wounds, and then I tear my head to shreds about it for days.

Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind.

If a movie is received badly, and I'm in only one scene of it, I still feel responsible. I feel like it was my fault at all times. If people were like, 'This movie sucks!' I'd be like, 'Well, that's because I'm terrible.'

I carry lots of guilt.