Richelle Mead Quotes

Shame weighs a lot more than flesh and bone.

Guilt is a rope that wears thin.

Guilt is the very nerve of sorrow.

Give guilt - the gift that lasts forever.

Guilt starts as a feeling of failure.

We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.

sorrow is easier than guilt.

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

Guilt isn't always a rational thing, Clio realized. Guilt is a weight that will crush you whether you deserve it or not.

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.

I always felt guilty. My whole life.

I think hell is something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go.

The worst pain in the world is shame.

I've always been a magnet for guilt.

I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one little seed grew this tumor of a flowering plant. And I’m the one who nurtures it. I water it. I care for it.I nibble from its poison berries. I let it wrap around my neck, choking the air right out of me. I’ve done that. All by myself. All to myself.

The wounds of conscience always leave a scar.

I'm ashamed of what I did.

My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

I should have worked harder in my life. I suffer from a guilt complex.

Shame is such an intense emotion. It just can drive you.

Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt.

Conscience: something that feels terrible when everything else feels well.

I feel terrible about it. Part of it is the horror of what happened and part of it is my guilt about being a part of it.

People have pain - they do regrettable things, they feel shame, and shame equals pain.