Sentences with phrase «by the guilt ridden»

Original Sin was cooked up by the guilt ridden Augustine.

Not exact matches

But the purposes of theological dialogue are much better served by the assumption of two active and responsible partners than of one who is active (and guilt - ridden) and the other passive (and self - righteous).

The neocons were for the most part disillusioned liberals (or radicals) who broke with their former allies over what they considered the febrile, guilt» ridden anti-Americanism embraced by much of the left in the wake of the anti-Vietnam War movement.

«For centuries, the mystics of spirit had existed by running a protection racket — by making life on earth unbearable, then charging you for consolation and relief, by forbidding all the virtues that make existence possible, then riding on the shoulders of your guilt, by declaring production and joy to be sins, then collecting blackmail from the sinners.»

Others may hurl epithets at the «wealthy» but the pastor knows a lonely and guilt - ridden man confused by the Bible's debate with itself over prosperity: Is prosperity a sign of God's favor or disfavor?

Surely this flight may not really be caused by sober objectivity, and a man may even pretend to venerate the incomprehensible silence while his whole attitude actually remains an escape and he only wants a superficial and guilt - ridden well - being in order to escape from the claim of the incomprehensible.

Somber, guilt - ridden, accusing, mocking, enigmatic — Kiefer's vision of life, religion, ideology, national identity and history has been charred by the flames of the Holocaust.

One group consisted of conflicted and guilt - ridden homosexual men who saw a sex - change as a way to resolve their conflicts over homosexuality by allowing them to behave sexually as females with men.

Haunted by nightmares and guilt - ridden about deaths she feels responsible for, Tris impulsively cuts off her hair, giving herself a Jean Seberg look in preparation for the Joan of Arc - type battles that are to come.

The good news for Sir Malcolm fans is that the death (or second death, as it were) of Mina doesn't kill his reason for being on the show: He's also guilt - ridden by the death of his son, the one for whom he failed to name a mountain.

Traumatized and guilt - ridden by her role in Fine's death, Susan presses her reluctant boss (the reliably great Allison Janney) to let her observe and report on Rayna in the field, with behind - the - scenes assistance from her fellow basement - dweller Nancy (relative newcomer Miranda Hart, turning in a scene - stealing performance reminiscent of McCarthy's in Bridesmaids).

While screenwriter and first - time director Philippe Claudel scores in casting Kristen Scott Thomas, who subtly grounds her reserved performance in reality, his grief and guilt - ridden script is full of all - too - convenient contrivances, augmented by Jean - Louis Aubert's foreboding musical score.

At the beginning of the narrative, the protagonist, Rowan (James Marsden), is understood to be disenfranchised from society by a past incident that leaves him feeling worthless and ridden with guilt, until a grizzly runs amok in the park bordering his small Alaskan town.

Guilt - ridden by the thought of his abusive behavior and the possibility of a fatherless child, Roy has suffered nearly a decade and a half of torment.

That unique mindset grounds everything: because we're focused on the basic challenges of day - to - day existence, our brains don't question that this is all taking place on an alien planet; the stunning scarlet landscapes (shot with unfussy style by Ridley Scott) are second to the mathematical athletics on display; the prospect of space travel is nothing compared to the mind - bending number of disco tunes in the possession of Chastain's guilt - ridden leader — if there's one thing Blade Runner's missing, it's Abba.

Created by playwright John Logan and featuring a sublime turn by Eva Green as a guilt - ridden, devout Catholic who possesses demonic powers, it's a terrific jumble of a half - dozen Victorian yarns.

Save for the company of his nanny, Olive (Kelly Macdonald), Billy Moon's only social group comprised of the many stuffed animals gifted to him by his guilt - ridden parents.

Macbeth begins guilt - ridden by the even the thought of killing Duncan — a thought placed in his mind by the appearance of three Weird Sisters (Kayla Fallon, Lynn Kennedy, and Seylan Baxter) who prophesize that he will become king.

The equation is of course too otherworldly to figure out, if it even exists, as shown by this striking frame in which Larry — the guilt - ridden Minnesota professor — tries to find the meaning of life through a never ending equation.

Both women face almost insurmountable struggles as they combat their guilt - ridden past and a Communist China intolerant of their free spirits, and the tension in their stories is heightened by Pearl's selfless determination to rescue Joy and bring her home.

But my sleep will be unburdened by guilt for riding their coattails.

That hoary old one, which should probably be called «Old Shep» about «warmists» wanting «to preserve existing arrangements of economic advantage of developed nations by keeping people of developing nations poor and without access to low cost energy» has been repeatedly euthanased by those of your side who insist that mitigation is a plot driven by guilt - ridden first - world liberals who want to transfer industry and thus wealth from the first world to the third and who accordingly want to give China, India and Brazil a free pass on emissions targets.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.