Nicholas Sparks Quotes

Deep down, below the surface of the average man's conscience, he hears a voice whispering, "There is something not right," no matter how much his rightness is supported by public opinion or moral code.

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

One lives with so many bad deeds on one's conscience and some good intentions in one's heart.

Conscience: something that feels terrible when everything else feels well.

It doesn't matter how many people say 'well, everyone makes mistakes Ricky, you've had a great career you should be proud of yourself' but that doesn't mean much compared to what goes on between my ears.

It's my own conscience that gets to me more so than anybody thinking about me. I think too much.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.

I think I have a lot of voices in my head and I guess my inner critic is a female.

But I'm not ready to stop listening to the screwed-up inner voice that's been ordering me around for a lifetime. My head thinks it can kill me... and go on living without me.

The scolding voice is her own, so abrasive and quick, yet so powerless to move her.

Conscience, the organ of feeling which dominates us and of the opinions which rule us, is presumptuous in the strong, timid in the weak and unfortunate, uneasy in the undecided.

Sometimes I hate having a conscience, and a stupidly thorough sense of honor.

Do you absolutely despise me, Walter?" "No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself.

Guilt is present in the very hesitation, even though the deed be not committed.

Feeling a tremendous rakehell, and not liking myself much for it, and feeling rather a good chap for not liking myself much for it, and not liking myself at all for feeling rather a good chap.

My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.

I made promises to you that I'm not sure I can keep. None of it has anything to do with you. It's just that I don't know what to do now. You must be thinking what a rotten person I am. Well, believe me, I'm thinking the same thing. I don't know how this happened or why. Maybe I can get over it. Do you think you can wait - because I don't want you to stop loving me. I keep remembering us and how it was. I don't want to hurt you ... not ever.

In suffocating the voice of conscience, passion carries with itself a restlessness of the body and the senses: it is the restlessness of the "external man." When the internal man has been reduced to silence, then passion, once it has been given freedom of action, so to speak, exhibits itself as an insistent tendency to satisfy the senses and the body.

Anxiety and conscience are a powerful pair of dynamos. Between them, they have ensured that I shall work hard, but they cannot ensure that one shall work at anything worthwhile.

The bite of conscience, like the bite of a dog into a stone, is a stupidity.

You couldn't do it?" Rob Lynburn sneered. "I know her," Ash said in a low voice. "I can't... hurt someone I know.

I feel the closest to crazy when I'm disagreeing with the voice in my head

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

The most miserable pettifogging in the world is that of a man in the court of his own consciences.