Guilt is one burden human beings can’t bear alone.
I have no creative use for guilt, yours or my own. Guilt is only another way of avoiding informed action, of buying time out of the pressing need to make clear choices, out of the approaching storm that can feed the earth as well as bend the trees.
Guilt is the next best thing to being there.
Show me a woman who doesn’t feel guilty and I’ll show you a man.
the gift that keeps on giving.
Guilt is the teacher, love is the lesson.
My mother could make anybody feel guilty – she used to get letters of apology from people she didn’t even know.
This is when, instead of trying to figure out who’s to blame, everyone pays.
Guilt is often an excuse for not thinking.
She felt that old generic guilt, the kind you feel even when you can’t think of what in the world you are supposed to have done.
Ah! It is well for the unfortunate to be reassigned, but for the guilty there is no peace.