There is not one Indian in the whole of this country who does not cringe in anguish and frustration because of these textbooks. There is not one Indian child who has not come home in shame and tears.
There is a quiet transformation happening that is moving us from ‘turning on each other’ to ‘turning toward each other.’ Without question, that transformation will require shame resilience. If we’re willing to dare greatly and risk vulnerability with each other, worthiness has the power to set us free.
You invoke a new future
when you envision your past
in the light of your present.
The suicidal lead shame-drenched lives.
You suck my joy away!
You suck my fun away!
You suck my happiness away!
Shame, you suck!
He asked me for a light to light his cigarette, and by reason of unaware, it is he that really gave light to me, made me realize how much alike we all are, breathing the same air, beating the same red blood, separated through some fortune and shame in the way of humanity.
[She] had heard it said that there was only one emotion which, in recollection, was capable of resurrecting the full immediacy and power of the original-one emotion that time could never fade, and that would drag you back any number of years into the pure, undiluted feeling, as if you were living it anew. It wasn’t love… and it wasn’t hate, or anger, or happiness, or even grief. Memories of those were but echoes of the true feeling.
It was shame. Shame never faded.
Do not ever get agitated by provoking thoughts and actions.
Always keep your calm. This will shame the alien.
Fool me once, shame on you
fool me twice, shame on me
fool me thrice, I’m gonna get the frying pan!
When I look at narcissism through the vulnerability lens, I see the shame-based fear of being ordinary. I see the fear of never feeling extraordinary enough to be noticed, to be lovable, to belong, or to cultivate a sense of purpose.