guilt

The ending to this scene, I know it. Sirix will fail to return and Serena will still continue to wait. Even though this is repeated multiple times, Sirix will still fail to return. Even though this is repeated multiple times, Serena will still have to wait. I know....History won't change.

She was one of six people accused of the murder, five of hom took pleas; to had internalised their guilt so deeply that, aven after being freed, they still had vivid memories of committing the crime.

...I can__ stop squirming. If fidgets were Wikipedia edits, I would have completely revamped the entry on guilt by now, and translated it into five new languages.

[T]hose who willed the means and wished the ends are not absolved from guilt by the refusal of reality to match their schemes.

It has been my experience that guilt can burst through the smallest breach and cover the landscape, and abide in it in pools and danknesses, just as native as water.

There is a good guilt and a bad guilt... the good one Leeds us to ask for forgiveness the bad Leeds us to hide from God.

No one else could see all the bodies she__ left behind, but they were there, looking at her. Or maybe that was just her, looking at herself, and not liking what she saw. Knowing she could never escape her own judging gaze.

But until that happens -- and however brief a life, it will take a while -- there is a terrible, hateful interlude that belongs to us alone, and during which we have no alternative but to cope with what we have done or omitted to do and to distract or placate our feelings of guilt, and sometimes the only way of achieving this is to increase that guilt, to heap up new guilt to cover the old, to overshadow or blur or minimize it, until finally all guilt has passed and there isn't a soul in the world who can remember what we did, no quick, wicked tongue to talk about it, not even a tremulous finger to point us out as having been the cause of anything.

I was a woman unaccustomed to guilt, and it drowned me - pulling me deeper, cutting off my air supply.

Blame has no purpose, and it is a lousy teacher.

Redemption was asking too much, but he could hope. Something told him he__ still be seeking absolution when he took his last breath on some distant day.

Guilt had teeth and it ate folks up if they didn't know how to tame it

The problem with guilt was not how it attacks the present, but how it stained the past. Hindsight was a blemish on memory.

She's still clinging to the side of her mountain, just like I'm still wandering lost in my battlefield.

A generous donor (who had no doubt lived a life that imperiled his mortal soul) had granted [the Sisters] more than one hundred waterfront acres.

Safety is only an illusion when evil is on the hunt. I can't stand by and watch. I have to act. It isn't easy to absolve one's self of guilt.

Only the guilty and the lovers really fear. The first because of what they are, the second for what they might lose.

How much suffering did you lay on yourself before you awakened and recognized that guilt is deadly, and empty, and profitless?