Peter O'Toole Quotes

There's so much guilt there attached to having a perfectly good life.

I should have worked harder in my life. I suffer from a guilt complex.

I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

It doesn't matter whether I'm judged criminal. I have a great feeling of guilt - I have a feeling that I ran after Hitler like a wildfire without reason. If I can sacrifice my life to make something good, I'd gladly do it.

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.

I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.

I always felt guilty. My whole life.

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.

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

But when you kill someone you love, the hard part is never over. It just gets easier to distract yourself from what you've done.

My arms are up to the elbows in blood. That is the most terrible thing that lies in my soul.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

None of my problems come from the people I've killed.

We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness. All of the things that Shadow had done in his life of which he was not proud, all the things he wished he had done otherwise or left undone, came at him then in a swirling storm of guilt and regret and shame, and he had nowhere to hide from them. He was as naked and as open as a corpse on a table, and dark Anubis the jackal god was his prosector and his prosecutor and his persecutor.

There would never be any room in her for anything else. No room for anything but the realization of what she had done.

What haunted people even, perhaps especially, on their deathbed? What chased them, tortured them and brought some of them to their knees? And [he] thought he had the answer. Regret. Regret for things said, things done, and things not done. Regret for the people they might have been. And failed to be.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.

I've always been a magnet for guilt.

Guilt is the very nerve of sorrow.

Remorse is the poison of life.

Guilt starts as a feeling of failure.

Delia picked at the raw sores of her conscience...Drunk or sober, Delia lived in the small town in her heart, ignoring the world in which all her love had turned to grief.

For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have asked him to cross.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

Ah! it is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace.