Marilyn Manson Quotes

Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?

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

Fear naturally quickens the flight of guilt.

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

Doubt is the brother of shame.

Fear is the tax that conscience pays to guilt.

A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.

When I was about eight, I asked my mother if it was true that God knows everything about you. When she answered yes, I said, 'Then there's no hope for me, Mum.'

I'm easily frightened, and I've also come to realize that old Catholic guilt or remorse is easily stimulated.

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.'

I have a recurring dream where I'm on the run for a horrible thing I did years and years ago. Like, in the dream... because the thing I did was so long ago that it's just a faint memory in my dream, so I'm sort of remembering it as I'm on the run from the police. And I'm totally guilty of it.

Guilt's a terrible thing.

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.

Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.

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

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.

O how the darkness do crowd up, one against the other, in ye hearts! What fear ye more that what ye have wroughten?

The greatest burden in the world is superstition, not only of ceremonies in the church, but of imaginary and scarecrow sins at home.

I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for scared. S for silly. For shame.

Anyone who's been poor and gets rich is stalked by guilt and fear. Guilt because you know it isn't fair, that life hasn't changed for everyone

I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.

Wickedness is a wonderfully diligent architect of misery, of shame, accompanied with terror, and commotion, and remorse, and endless perturbation.

Age carries with it a double load of guilt.