Cecelia Ahern Quotes

There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.

I should have worked harder in my life. I suffer from a guilt complex.

There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!

I carry lots of guilt.

When I wake up in night sweats, that's what I'm thinking about: what if someone grabs me from my past and says, 'I heard you drag me to filth on your podcast.'

Guilt is a serious appetite killer.

I have no problems with failures, I'm afraid of failing within myself. At times when I know I did something wrong, I don't sleep that night. I'm scared of facing myself.

I kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush.

I have never forgiven myself…that I might have made a mistake.

Guilt's a terrible thing.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Guilt and no guilt: these were the worst things. The only thing worse than the guilt was the fear of getting caught.

We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness. All of the things that Shadow had done in his life of which he was not proud, all the things he wished he had done otherwise or left undone, came at him then in a swirling storm of guilt and regret and shame, and he had nowhere to hide from them. He was as naked and as open as a corpse on a table, and dark Anubis the jackal god was his prosector and his prosecutor and his persecutor.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.

They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.

Guilt, on the contrary, like a base thief, suspects every eye that beholds him to be privy to his transgressions, and every tongue that mentions his name to be proclaiming them.

If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.

Sometimes the sins you haven't committed are all you have left to hold onto.

No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it.

I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.

I never did anything I'm really ashamed of.

I am sadly afraid that I must have done some wicked thing.

There is no person so severely punished, as those who subject themselves to the whip of their own remorse.