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There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
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blame
guilt
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Oscar Wilde |
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"Her free hand was clenched in a fist. I held still, waiting for her to say something, to tell me she should have never left me here, where her friends might look to me for help. Finally she looked at me. Her eyes were hard, but she'd let no tears fall. "This is where we blame those who are responsible, Cooper, she told me, her voice very soft. "The colemongers, and the bought Dogs at Tradesmen's kennel. We'll leave an offering for him with the Black God when all this is done, and we'll occupy ourselves with tearing these colemongers apart. all right? We put grief aside for now."
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grief
bad-news
response
blame
dread
justice
guilt
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Tamora Pierce |
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Blame the economy, blame bad luck, blame my parents, blame your parents, blame the Internet, blame people who use the Internet.
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judgmental
disagreements
blame
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Gillian Flynn |
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0564fdf
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The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish.
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responsibility
suffering
blame
recovery
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R. Scott Bakker |
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ad4f7c8
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Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.
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loneliness
hate
mortality
immortality
friends
love
lifeboat
stranded
desperate
blame
society
enemies
guilt
mental-illness
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Joseph Conrad |
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Mark Spitz had met plenty of the divine-retribution folks over the months. This was their moment; they were umbrella salesmen standing outside a subway entrance in a downpour. The human race deserved the plague, we brought it on ourselves for poisoning the planet, for the Death of God, the calculated brutalities of the global economic system, for driving primordial species to extinction: the entire collapse of values as evidenced by everything from nuclear fission to reality television to alternate side of the street parking. Mark Spitz could only endure these harangues for a minute or two before he split. It was boring.The plague was the plague. You were wearing galoshes, or you weren't.
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devine-retribution
blame
zombies
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Colson Whitehead |
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Perhaps there can be no thanks nor any blame, but only recognition of the forces that brought us and bound us to our inevitable fates.
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fate
blame
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Robin Hobb |
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Rights begin where love ends. Shall we argue over who is the most to blame?
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love
blame
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Not exactly true. I'd briefly met the ghost of one, but he hadn't been much help. A moment of silence as she studied me through the mirror. my stutter fell away. She drove for a minute, the silence heavy. Then her gaze rose to the mirror again, meeting mine. she whispered, staring at me. Hearing her words and seeing her expression, I knew Derek had been right last night. I'd just done something worse than raising the dead--I'd confirmed her worst fears about us.
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raising-the-dead
chloe
summoning
margaret
blame
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Kelley Armstrong |