I have only to glance over my shoulder for all those years to drop away and I see it behind me again, the ravine, rising all green and black through the saplings, a picture that will never leave me.
This book is a personal memoir; but it is also a larger story-about carelessness and guilt, and the wreckage they can make of lives.
…the gospel has an answer to both pride and guilt.
Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do.
Saying sorry doesn’t mean there isn’t guilt & forgiving doesn’t mean that the pain is gone.
So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me–the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.
Don’t allow yourself to feel guilty about wanting deep and endless love, amazing sex and opportunities that will change your life. Expect these things – work for them and don’t ever stop until they’re yours.
God does not regret saving you. There is no sin which you commit which is beyond the cross of Christ.
We have an obligation to feel guilty.” The words came out of her lips as if she were reciting an elegy. “Guilty. Because we kill the ones we love.
The thoroughly guilty man has an advantage over all of us; he cannot be found more guilty of anything, since he has already found himself guilty of everything. This may sound like an absurdity – causing oneself extreme pain in order not to feel any number of little pains of lesser guilts and shames, but it has its own logic. A man more easily adapts to what he inflicts upon himself; as to his own judgement, he is already committed to it and willing to live with it.