William Congreve Quotes

Blushing is the most peculiar and the most human of all expressions. Monkeys redden from passion, but it would require an overwhelming amount of evidence to make us believe that any animal could blush.

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

What is the evolutionary value of blushing? It seems not to be to our advantage to do it, to involuntarily reveal our inner emotions. If we're trying to manipulate or lie, actions in furtherance of individual goals as opposed to the goals of others, blushing would not seem to be helpful. And yet everyone blushes, except the psychopath.

Whoever blushes is already guilty; true innocence is ashamed of nothing.

I don't really experience much embarrassment.

His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.

There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it.

Blushing, palpitations, a bad conscience--this is what you get if you haven't sinned.

It is not the conscience which raises a blush, for a man may sincerely regret some slight fault committed in solitude, or he may suffer the deepest remorse for an undetected crime, but he will not blush... It is not the sense of guilt, but the thought that others think or know us to be guilty which crimsons the face.

Blushing is the colour of virtue.

Blushing is the color of virtue.

I'm not sure that I am able to feel embarrassment.

Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.

If a man dreams that he has committed a sin before which the sun hid his face, it is often safe to conjecture that, in sheer forgetfulness, he wore a red tie, or brown boots with evening dress.

My behavior is humiliating.

By bringing shame to a person, how could one expect to make him a better man?

Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to.

You've probably noticed how when someone says hello or smiles at you, your automatic reaction is to say hello or smile back.

I always feel guilty later if I behave rudely with anyone.

It's hard to explain exactly what it feels like to be judged. There's a shame to it. Even when you know you're innocent. It still feels like you are coated in something dirty and evil.

I'm crap at lying. I go bright red.

I can't promise that I won't continue to embarrass people.

And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn.

On the secretly blushing cheek is reflected the glow of the heart