"Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who’s sorry for a gnat or girl?"
We live in a society that shuns guilt, hardly knows it. It is drummed into us: “Don’t feel guilty.” No one wants to pay the price of reconciliation, of atonement, of forgiveness. —― Robert Dykstra (via sergeantinhaler)