We are all guilty of sin, error, and moments of sheer stupidity; none of us should be casting stones. The occasional arced pebble might be overlooked.

If all of our sins, bad habits, and poor choices were permanently inked into our skin like tattoos, we would all dress quite modestly.

This feeling of guilt is your conscience calling your attention to the higher road, and your heart wishing you had taken it.

Consider guilt like a street sign that warns of rough roads ahead if you don’t make a u-turn.

Vultures pick the meat clean off a bone. Guilt eats at the marrow, leaving a man hollow.

A pang of guilt, like a blaring siren, should never be ignored.

Guilt cannot change you; it can only hint that there’s something worth your effort to change.

Guilt does for the conscience—for the spirit—what pain does for the body. It is meant to grab your attention, to make you stop and consider your actions in order to prevent further damage done to yourself.

The most common lie uttered without thought, sincerity, resolve, or guilt: I love you.