Quotes
Quotes about Shame
There is a lust in man no charm can tame: Of loudly publishing his neighbor's shame: On eagles wings immortal scandals fly, while virtuous actions are born and die.
In New Yorkâwhose subway trains in particular have been "tattooed" with an energy to put our own rude practitioners to shameânot an inch of free space is spared except that of advertisements.
O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief--holy herein, That, by the grief of One, came all our good.
However boldly their warm blood was spilt, Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt; And this they knew and felt, at least the one, The leader of the hand he had undone,-- Who, born for better things, had madly set His life upon a cast, which linger'd yet.
When they told it unto David, he sent to meet them, because the men were greatly ashamed: and the king said, Tarry at Jericho until your beards be grown, and then return.
Be not ashamed of thy virtues; honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame; Ev'ything thet's done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.
We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our naked skins.
The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is.
If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like 'Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!' and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, 'That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice.' Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice.
I am not ashamed to confess that I am ignorant of what I do not know. [Lat., Non me pudet fateri nescire quod nesciam.]
There are few people who are not ashamed of their love affairs when the infatuation is over.
(King Ferdinand:) In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame! (Berowne:) One drunkard loves another of the name.
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. [It., Italia, Italia, O tu cui feo la sorte, Dono infelice di bellezza, ond' hai Funesta dote d'infiniti guai Che in fronte scritti per gran doglia porte.]
I see, the jewel best enamelled Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still That others touch, and often touching will Wear gold; and no man that hath a name, By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
He who the sword of heaven will bear Should be as holy as severe; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go; More nor less to others paying Than by self-offenses weighing. Shame to him whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking.
Everything is Greek, when it is more shameful to be ignorant of Latin. [Lat., Omnia Graece! Cum sit turpe magis nostris nescire Latine.]
We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that sense of shame which, once lost, can never be restored. [Lat., Periere mores, jus, decus, pietas, fides, Et qui redire nescit, cum perit, pudor.]
What a man is ashamed of is always at bottom himself; and he is ashamed of himself at bottom always for being afraid.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
Shame and guilt are noble emotions essential in the maintenance of civilized society, and vital for the development of some of the most refined and elegant qualities of human potential.
The mercy that was quick in us but late, By your own counsel is suppressed and killed. You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another next morning.
He sat among his bags, and, with a look Which hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor Away unalmed; and midst abundance died-- Sorest of evils!--died of utter want.
Modesty is that feeling by which honorable shame acquires a valuable and lasting authority.
