Best 198 quotes in «ashamed quotes» category

We are all ashamed in one way or another. Who among us is not stained by the past?

We all know what Parliament is, and we are all ashamed of it.

We are all incredibly different and rather than being something to be ashamed of, that's something to really celebrate.

Whatever is, and is not ashamed to be, is good.

Well, upon my soul! You are not ashamed to stand there and confess yourself a disgusting drunkard.

We're going to be really ashamed of ourselves when this whole story about Guantanamo comes out. Guantanamo is a really depraved place.

We are ashamed of our thoughts and often see them brought forth by others.

What is the seal of liberation? Not to be ashamed in front of oneself.

When you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you've done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your life meant?

What I have learned in this life is you can never be ashamed of where you come from.

When faced with the inevitable fatigue that comes with the recycling of speeches and the recycling of thoughts in a rather small stream of vortex, I am urged to not be ashamed of recycling.

What? I'm not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

Whose life testifies to the truth that there is no shame in being oppressed: Those who should be ashamed are they who oppress others.

Why should I? I've done nothing to be ashamed of. I am not ashamed - I am only beaten

Why should I be ashamed to describe what nature was not ashamed to create?

With increasing frequency and growing vehemence, you hear people saying they are ashamed to be Australians.

You cannot disgrace a disgraceful man; you cannot make a shameless man feel ashamed; you cannot make a cockroach a cockroach, because it is already a cockroach!

You find in some a sort of graceless modesty, that makes them ashamed to requite an obligation.

Whoever blushes is already guilty; true innocence is ashamed of nothing.

Whitney won't ever even know what it's like to be 50. Whitney will never know what it's like to be 50. She died before she was 50. So there's nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud of your age.

You, who are ashamed of your poverty, and blush for your calling, are a snob; as are you who boast of your wealth.

You were never created to live depressed, defeated, guilty, condemned, ashamed or unworthy. You were created to be victorious.

A lot of women are ashamed of their pussies. They think it's not pretty enough. Not the right color. Or the lips are too big or two small. Let me put your fears to rest: There is no such thing as an ugly pussy.

And I am nothing if not a stupid, stupid man.

And NONE of you noticed?” The Ares campers developed a sudden interest in their combat boots.

And the nation is going to get ashamed... people everyday get offended by different words and things... soon enough... people are going to become victims of shame.

Ashamed is just grateful waiting to happen. You only taste your dignity right before you puke it up.

Comparisons get you nowhere. They only make you ashamed of what you should be grateful for.

You're not weak at all. Wounded, but that's nothing to be ashamed of.

By not standing up for themselves when it is appropriate, many [survivors] damage their self-esteem. They become angry and ashamed of themselves for putting up with inappropriate behavior. The more they put up with, the worse they feel. Soon, they begin to believe they don’t have a right to complain and convince themselves they are making a big thing out of nothing.

He seemed about to go on in this strain, which was a favorite of his, but then recollected himself, and said wryly, "I reveal myself more with every word. I am honest, Natalie, and sometimes ashamed of it." "I always am, when I'm honest," Natalie said. "Are you?" he asked with interest. "Do you know when you're being honest?" "Usually," Natalie said. "If I'm surprised at myself for saying it thinking it, it's honest.

Don't be ashamed or proud of your genetics,for you have no contribution towards it.

For a moment, I debated whether I should tell someone about the words I'd started writing down, but I couldn't. In a way, I felt ashamed, even though my writing was the one thing that whispered okayness in my ear. I didn't speak it, to anyone.

Having a date with someone other than your ex-wife after being a married man for more than twenty five years was an important occasion alright, but wearing a tie she bought with such strong emotional value attached to it was a form of cowardice, a subconscious reluctance to let go.

I felt so ashamed with them because everything in their life was going so well and they were so sort of successful. I couldn't talk about what I wanted with them and they were always in a hurry.

I am afraid of photographs. I am ashamed they will show where I really come from. From particles of light, a slow holding of breath as if I were filling with dirt & I am, because where I come from is a place outside and it is not normal...

I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell u what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at u.

I hid my wounds because I was ashamed...but now I know that I was also afraid of being reduced..

If we misread the blueprint of our life, we need not be ashamed of backtracking on our chosen options. Admitting to mistakes may make us human and maybe great again. ("Sisyphus' hardship on the hill")

If you are ashamed of others knowing about your failures, the best way is to fight your failures & not the people, your success will change people’s opinion but only the efforts will convert failures into success.

If you feel ashamed about your need for love & support, it's because you were made to feel this way as a child. It's not a sign of weakness to want affirmation, reassurance or someone to count on; these are natural, appropriate needs. Just make sure to be there for yourself first.

Many veterans feel guilty because they lived while others died. Some feel ashamed because they didn’t bring all their men home and wonder what they could have done differently to save them. When they get home they wonder if there’s something wrong with them because they find war repugnant but also thrilling. They hate it and miss it.Many of their self-judgments go to extremes. A comrade died because he stepped on an improvised explosive device and his commander feels unrelenting guilt because he didn’t go down a different street. Insurgents used women and children as shields, and soldiers and Marines feel a totalistic black stain on themselves because of an innocent child’s face, killed in the firefight. The self-condemnation can be crippling. The Moral Injury, New York Times. Feb 17, 2015

Our need to be "greater than" or "less than" has been a defense against toxic shame. A shameful act was committed upon us. The perpetrator walked away, leaving us with the shame. We absorbed the notion that we are somehow defective. To cover for this we constructed a false self, a masked self. And it is this self that is the overachiever or the dunce, the tramp or the puritan, the powermonger or the pathetic loser.

O [Roman] people be ashamed; be ashamed of your lives. Almost no cities are free of evil dens, are altogether free of impurities, except the cities in which the barbarians have begun to live... Let nobody think otherwise, the vices of our bad lives have alone conquered us... The Goths lie, but are chaste, the Franks lie, but are but are generous, the Saxons are savage in cruelty...but are admirable in chastity...what hope can there be [for the Romans] when the barbarians are more pure [than they]?" -Salvian

Passing their toilet training is the very last thing that some adults did that has made their parents proud of them.

People who are ashamed of their heritage cannot be trusted.

Perfectionism sucks the air out of your uniqueness and leaves you empty, away from who you could become.

Postpartum depression makes a woman feel like she is in the grip of something dreaded and dark, and it's scary. . . but she's likely ashamed to admit it because she can't explain it!

She's not ashamed of loving, although those she's loved are few in number; it was/is sweet and true. She's only ashamed she used love as an excuse.

Some disabled people spend a significant amount of their energy on trying to come across as abled or as not that disabled.