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Holiday leaned her elbows on her desk. "You can't find one thing that points to his guilt." "He slept with your sister!" Burnett roared. "Guilty of murder, not of being a piece of shit. ↗

— C.C. Hunter

#holiday #guilt

One is a great deal less anxious if one feels perfectly free to be anxious, and the same may be said of guilt. ↗

— Alan Wilson Watts

#psychology #guilt

Guilty feelings about clothes are totally unnecessary. A lot of people earn their living by making clothes, so you should never feel bad. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#earn #fashion #feelings #guilt #people

Okay. I will go. But only if you will give me your guilt to take with me. ↗

— Lisa Schroeder

#guilt

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former. ↗

— Matthew Gregory Lewis

#contentment #discontentment #hermit #hermits #hopelessness

I have no feelings of guilt regarding the books I have not read and perhaps will never read; I know that my books have unlimited patience. They will wait for me till the end of my days. ↗

— Alberto Manguel

#reading #guilt

He takes the guilt and responsibility that others can't. John takes the punches. I just take the hunger, and most times it feels like awful little. ↗

— A.C. Gaughen

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Every day I get better at knowing that it is not a choice to be an activist; rather, it is the only way to hold on to the better parts of my human self. It is the only way I can live and laugh without guilt. ↗

— Staceyann Chin

#guilt

The guilt of not telling Frankie about Matt and me is overwhelming, but it's a pale second to the violation I feel that she read my most private, raw thoughts and destroyed them. She broke into my carefully guarded heart, stole the only remaining connection I had to Matt, and turned it into a monstrosity. ↗

— Sarah Ockler

#guilt

Ethical axioms are found and tested not very differently from the axioms of science. Truth is what stands the test of experience. ↗

— Albert Einstein

#experience