Carlo Collodi Quotes

I mean, I felt terrible. And in the beginning, I mean, I was completely devastated. I mean, can you imagine the kind of guilt that you would feel, and the responsibility?

People have pain - they do regrettable things, they feel shame, and shame equals pain.

I have survivor's remorse.

I live in a puddle of guilt, an ocean of guilt that you want your own time.

Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.

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

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

Shame is the dying embers of virtue.

Sadness usually results from one of the following causes either when a man does not succeed, or is ashamed of his success.

Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

How awful is that hour when con, science stings.

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being "passive aggressive.

Guilt: I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Shame: I'm sorry. I am a mistake.

Guilt is the very nerve of sorrow.

Sadness at being caught, at the incontrovertibe knowledge that she will never forgive you.

It was the emotion I hated the most of all emotions, shame.

Miserable men commiserate not themselves; bowelless unto others, and merciless unto their own bowels.

Self-pity - it's the only pity that counts.

I can still see her face -- The sorrow in her eyes, her voice, as she condemns me. I didn't know it was possible to feel such shame. To feel so sick at heart. I'm lost inside, my soul -- all that I thought I was, and am, and ever will be -- shattered, cast to the winds. Compared to this, death is a mercy.

Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.

You can run away from home But you can't run away from your pain I sit here alone There's always someone else to blame.

You promised you would protect her Nico said. He might as well have stabbed me with a rusty dagger.It would've hurt less than reminding me of my promise.

Is there any stab as deep as wondering where and how much you failed those you loved.

But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company. Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself And turn his heart to stone. Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home.