Jean de la Bruyere Quotes

Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity.

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

We all have things we're ashamed of.

Although I do wrong, I do not the wrongs that I am charged with doing; the wrong that I do is through the frailty of human nature, like other men. No man lives without fault.

I've spent my life being embarrassed.

We all have faults, and mine is being wicked.

I'm just like anyone. I cut and I bleed. And I embarass easily.

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

If an historian were to relate truthfully all the crimes, weakness and disorders of mankind, his readers would take his work for satire rather than history.

Human beings feel dishonor the most, sometimes, when they most deserve it.

Guilt hath very quick ears to an accusation.

We are all flawed people.

I've always been fascinated with what motivates people's transgressions and the scandalous journey into infamy.

I have to say that I am embarrassed about how emotional I am.

I don't really experience much embarrassment.

No one is above temptation. No one is above life in general.

There are times even I am a bit embarrassed by my look.

We are all people who have messed up. I fall short every single day.

You think of a criminal, and you already judge them for the crime, and you don't really see the human side of them. We all have our sides that we're not proud about.

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.

Men are much more unwilling to have their weaknesses and their imperfections known than their crimes.

Imperfections would not be half so much taken notice of, if vanity did not make proclamation of them.

Saying "I feel guilty" is a mere form of words. Saying "I feel ashamed" is not.

We all have a weakness for beauty.

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.