Adam Scott Quotes

When I wake up in night sweats, that's what I'm thinking about: what if someone grabs me from my past and says, 'I heard you drag me to filth on your podcast.'

The older child who has lost or broken some valuable thing will be found when his parents return, not run away, not willing to confess, but in a deep sleep. The thief whose case is being tried falls asleep.

If I'd known how wrong I was - if I'd had any idea of the awful night that lay ahead - I'd have run after him and never returned to that disgusting circus of blood, that revolting circus of death.

I am sadly afraid that I must have done some wicked thing.

Doubt is the brother of shame.

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

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.

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 have this dream where I get chased through a park by Nazis in the Second World War. They finally catch up to me in an apartment somewhere, but I don't know what happens next.

I have survivor's remorse.

When you do something bad, you can't sleep.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Guilt and no guilt: these were the worst things. The only thing worse than the guilt was the fear of getting caught.

You never forget about things you've done that you know you shouldn't have done. They hang around your mind, linger like a thief casing a joint for a future job. You see them there, dramatically lurking nearby in striped monochrome, leaping behind postboxes as soon as your head whips around to confront them. Or it's a familiar face in a crowd that you glimpse but then lose sight of. An annoying Where's Wally? forever locked away and hidden in every thought in your conscience. The bad thing that you did, always there to let you know.

I don't talk about these things if I haven't lived them, and I've hurt people in my life. It's something I still have to think about when I sleep at night.

I try to dream about peaceful things, beaches, that is what I cannot understand. Why are they chasing me?

What I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid?

Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.

Guilt, on the contrary, like a base thief, suspects every eye that beholds him to be privy to his transgressions, and every tongue that mentions his name to be proclaiming them.

As the stag which the huntsman has hit flies through bush and brake, over stock and stone, thereby exhausting his strength but not expelling the deadly bullet from his body; so does experience show that they who have troubled consciences run from place to place, but carry with them wherever they go their dangerous wounds.

Guilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration; despair alone makes guilty men be bold.

Fear naturally quickens the flight of guilt.

I'm ashamed of what I did.

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?