guilty-conscience

A man in loss is not a man to trust.

Guilt is basically one of my superpowers. It__ been programmed into me from the moment I was old enough to know what it was.

As for the errors I make, the only punishment I acknowledge for having made them is my awareness of those errors, and having to live with it: there is, there should be, no heavier penalty on a person's soul, mind and heart.

At home in bed that first night I had patchy, mundane dreams about normal things. It would be nobler and less uncomfortable to write that I tossed sleeplessly.

I am stupid, am I not? What more can I want? If you ask them who is brave--who is true--who is just--who is it they would trust with their lives?--they would say, Tuan Jim. And yet they can never know the real, real truth....

A guilty conscience pushed me to try harder__hich I did for what seemed like a tremendous amount of wasted time, staring bug-eyed at uncooperative pencils. What was missing? The answer seemed obvious__ntense emotional incentive. But at the moment I didn__ feel desperate or angry or afraid. Just severely bored out of my mind and guilt-ridden for feeling so mind-numbingly b

Vultures pick the meat clean off a bone. Guilt eats at the marrow, leaving a man hollow.

Consider guilt like a street sign that warns of rough roads ahead if you don__ make a u-turn.

This feeling of guilt is your conscience calling your attention to the higher road, and your heart wishing you had taken it.

A pang of guilt, like a blaring siren, should never be ignored.

We carry the world. They did. All those young men did. They carried the world, and it was heavy, and they didn't know what to do with it. Was this the rest? Was this the war? Things had already spun out of control and they weren't always as black and white or as right or wrong as Nick liked to think.

How dare you?' Bayar began, but his voice had lost some of its force. 'How dare you come into this sacred hall, flinging accusations?''I have not yet made any accusations,' Willo said. 'Perhaps it is your own guilt clamoring in your ears.

How dare you?' Bayar began, but his voice had lost some of its force. 'How dare you come into this sacred hall, flinging accusations?''I have not yet made any accusations,' Willo said. 'Perhaps it is our own guilt clamoring in your ears.

With every rise in choices, the expectations double up which puts people deeper down into the rubble.

She heard him speak, but did not recognise the problem in his voice _ only later did she realise it was that thing he__ been concealing _ known as guilt.

All this is what it means to regret.