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"How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt."
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"Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt."
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"Perhaps it was as well that she had been unconscious for four weeks. She had missed the aftermath, the SO-1 reports, the recriminations, Snood and Tamworth's funerals. She missed everything...except the blame. It was waiting for her when she awoke..."
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"There's no regret. You can't regret. I mean, I've felt regret but I've also refused to allow regret to sow a seed and live in me because I don't believe it. You feel it, it's like guilt, it's like jealousy, it's like all those horrible things. You've just got to snip them and get them out, because they're no good."
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"When a man admits guilt we have to believe him. We cannot set ourselves to proving to him that he is wrong. Otherwise the law courts would never function."
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"How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt."
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"It's great to be recognized when I'm looking for a table at a crowded restaurant, but I still don't put it to best use. I'm such a lump. I won't cut the line. It's my Catholic guilt. I gotta get used to it."
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"Vultures pick the meat clean off a bone. Guilt eats at the marrow, leaving a man hollow."
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"It was something quite special, that feeling: an oppressive, hideous constraint as if I were sitting with the small ghost of somebody I had just killed."
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"Of course we're guilty!-That's what we've got pardons for!"
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"Guilt chilled me more than all of this rain combined."
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"How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt."
Guilt
"When it draws near to witching time of night."
Time
"Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society."
Society
"The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness."
Men
"Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature."
Nature
"Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay."
Progress
"Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance."
Remembrance
"Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious."
Affectation
"Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between."
Angels
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