And guilt is heavy, like an anchor holding me in place and hindering any and all advancement. — Kim Holden, So Much More
And guilt is heavy, like an anchor holding me in place and hindering any and all advancement. — Kim Holden, So Much More
And guilt is heavy, like an anchor holding me in place and hindering any and all advancement. — Kim Holden, So Much More
And guilt is heavy, like an anchor holding me in place and hindering any and all advancement. — Kim Holden, So Much More
And guilt is heavy, like an anchor holding me in place and hindering any and all advancement. — Kim Holden, So Much More
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And guilt is heavy, like an anchor holding me in place and hindering any and all advancement.

— Kim Holden, So Much More
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More “Guilt” Quotes

Calvin : There's no problem so awful, that you can't add some guilt to it and make it even worse. — Bill Watterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes
No one blames her.""That never matters," said Alec. "Not when you blame yourself. — Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. — William Shakespeare, Hamlet
My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted. — Franz Kafka
Diana knew it wouldn't be right, but then she told herself that things only looked wrong when there was someone to see y — Anna Godbersen, Rumors
You have a good heart and you think the good thing is to be guilty and kind but it's not always kind to be gentle and so — Tony Kushner, Angels in America, Part Two: Perestroika
No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it. — Stefan Zweig, Beware of Pity
I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't. — Veronica Roth, Divergent
A part of me was hoping someone would wake up and hear, so I wouldn't have to live with this lie anymore. But no one wok — Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
Okay.I will go.But only ifyou will give meyour guiltto takewith me. — Lisa Schroeder, I Heart You, You Haunt Me
We see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimates’ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against — Anna Godbersen, The Luxe
I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity. — David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day