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Shame Quotes



"You've got to vote for someone. It's a shame, but it's got to be done."


"Well it's because the record companies are pumping away with their commercial stuff. I think it's a shame."


"It's a shame that we have to choose between two such second-rate countries as the USSR and the USA."


"Ira Gershwin, shame on him. I mean, some of the writing."


"Nobody can stop you but you. And shame on you if you're the one who stops yourself."



"Most of the groups I worked with 30 years ago are either dead or dead broke. And it's a shame."



"That's the trouble with anything which essentially has a lot of bits that are physically impossible: You're left, stuck, in the studio. And that's a shame. You're making a movie. You don't want it to stay put, you want it to be a movie - to move."



"Shame weakens us. It can make us frightened to take on something new. We start to withdraw from whatever might give us pleasure, self-esteem, or a sense of our value."



"The shame that tormented me was all the more corrosive for having no very clear origin: I didn't know why I felt so tainted, and worthless, and wrong-only that I did, and whenever I looked up from my books I was swamped by slimy waters rushing in from all sides."


"I felt ashamed.""But of what? Psyche, they hadn't stripped you naked or anything?""No, no, Maia. Ashamed of looking like a mortal -- of being a mortal.""But how could you help that?""Don't you think the things people are most ashamed of are things they can't help?"



"I'm dying from about ninety-nine kinds of shame."


"We would not be ashamed of doing some of the things we do in private, if the number of sane human beings who do them in public were large enough."


"I've found the best treasure... You."


"I was ashamed of myself for being ashamed of myself. I didn't like feeling like that."


"And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe. Because there he is. He's engrossed in an oversize book, hunched over and completely absorbed. A breeze ruffles his dark hair, and he bites his nails. . . . Several other people are soaking up the rare sunshine, but as soon as they're registered, they're forgotten. Because of him. I grip the edge of a sidewalk café table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don't care. I'm reeling, and I gasp for air. How can I have been so stupid? How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?"
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