Ken Kesey Quotes

Guilt is a rope that wears thin.

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

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

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

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

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

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!

Guilt is a weird thing to me. I don't have a lot of it.

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

I have never forgiven myself…that I might have made a mistake.

I always felt guilty. My whole life.

The bite of conscience is indecent.

Few things are as bad as a guilty conscience.

Guilt's a terrible thing.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!

How awful is that hour when con, science stings.

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

Thoughts cannot form themselves in words so horrid As can express my guilt.

Psychologically, we all have that cross to bear when we do shady things.

Being guilty tends to engender feelings of guilt.

See! those fiendish lineaments graven on the darkness, the writhed lip of scorn, the mockery of that living eye, the pointed finger, touching the sore place in your heart! Do you remember any act of enormous folly, at which you would blush, even in the remotest cavern of the earth? Then recognize your Shame.

Being conscious of having done a wicked action leaves stings of remorse behind it, which, like an ulcer in the flesh, makes the mind smart with perpetual wounds; for reason, which chases away all other pains, creates repentance, shames the soul with confusion, and punishes it with torment.

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.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.