“My vengeance is my guilt.”

What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps; with it alone, she lives.

The burden which is well borne becomes light.

It is the poor man who’ll ever count his flock.

Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.

I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.

It’s right to learn, even from the enemy.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.

Every lover is a soldier.

Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.

Give way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.

Either do not attempt at all or go through with it.

Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.

Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.

The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.

I was brought up as a Catholic. I’ve got A-level guilt.

The journey of life is both too short and too precious to be sidetracked by guilt trips.

A guilty mind can be eased by nothing but repentance; by which what was ill done is revoked and morally voided and undone.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

I know that a man who shows me his wealth is like the beggar who shows me his poverty; they are both looking for alms from me, the rich man for the alms of my envy, the poor man for the alms of my guilt.

Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.

Christians tend to motivate others with guilt. We tend to say: You would do this if you were really committed Christians, indicating that we are committed and all that is needed is for others to become as good as we are!

Stop putting it off! Procrastination breeds guilt, guilt breeds depression, and depression breeds failure.