Don DeLillo Quotes

The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

I did some bad stuff. I don't remember what in particular, but I did some bad stuff. So the morning of Christmas, I wake up and my brother is there, my sister, my mom, everyone's got gifts and I can't find my gifts. No gifts. They acted like Santa didn't' bring me anything because I wasn't good.

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

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

The severest punishment suffered by a sensitive mind, for injury inflicted upon another, is the consciousness of having done it.

I have sinned terribly, and I do not know what punishment awaits me.

Where does guilt and punishment lie, and are we not more expressive over remorse or guilt when other people see the badness in us?

There is no person so severely punished, as those who subject themselves to the whip of their own remorse.

What is guilt? Guilt is the pledge drive constantly hammering in our heads that keeps us from fully enjoying the show. Guilt is the reason they put the articles in Playboy.

I'd feel guilty just doing gags.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

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.

We feel guilty for what we do. We feel shame for what we are.

Remorse is the fruit of crime.

Guilt's a terrible thing.

Being guilty tends to engender feelings of guilt.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty!

The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.

Will you punish me forever?

They always say they didn't. I never heard of one who said, 'You know, I deserve this.' Never happens.

But the guilt goes even deeper than that. It, too, is dust: Layers and layers of it have accumulated. Because if it weren’t for me, Lena and Alex would never have been caught at all. I told on them. I was jealous. God forgive me, for I have sinned.

I don’t know why we insist on pain when pain is so often easy to eliminate. It’s funny the ways we try to punish ourselves when we feel we’ve committed some crime.

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks / Had I from old and young! / Instead of the cross, the Albatross / About my neck was hung.

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.