Look: the trees exist; the houseswe dwell in stand there stalwartly. Only wepass by it all, like a rush of air.And everything conspires to keep quiet about us,half out of shame perhaps, half out of some secret hope.

What God says is best, indeed is best, though all men in the world are against it. Seeing, then, that God prefers his religion; seeing God prefers a tender conscience; seeing they that make themselves fools for the kingdom of heaven are wisest; and that the poor man that loveth Christ is richer than the greatest man in the world that hates him: Shame, depart, thou art an enemy to my salvation.

(You do not have to be shamed in my closeness. Family are the people who must never make you feel ashamed.)(You are wrong. Family are the people who must make you feel ashamed when you are deserving of shame.)(And you are deserving of shame?)(I am. I am trying to tell you.) 'We were stupid,' he said, 'because we believed in things.''Why is this stupid?''Because there are not things to believe in.'(Love?)(There is no love. Only the end of love.)(Goodness?)(Do not be a fool.)(God?)(If God exists, He is not to be believed in.)

I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.

A man must not be without shame, for the shame of being without shame is shamelessness indeed.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that

God's word guarantees our victory, instead of shame, he gives His children victory

Jesus's awake. Shame unto the storm!

There is no other shame like senseless sin.

It's far better to make people angry than to make them ashamed.

You have already beaten him-you struck him where every human worthy of the name is most vulnerable. You have shamed him before his friends and before the world, and in doing that you have hurt him far more than you could by any bodily punishment.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to.

Give your friend cause to blush, and you will be likely to lose him.

The only shame is to have none.

I remember one thing that marred this time for me; the movie Gone with the Wind. When it played in Mason [MI], I was the only Negro in the theater, and when Butterfly McQueen went into her act, I felt like crawling under the rug.

One of the misfortunes of our time is that in getting rid of false shame we have killed off so much real shame as well.

Blushing is the color of virtue.

We never forgive those who make us blush.

I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.