Sentences with phrase «regret over guilt»

On this assumption, the pastor does well to examine not only the initial expression of regret over guilt, but beyond that whatever long - term behavior patterns may follow after it.

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It's an interesting finding that dovetails with earlier research showing that self - compassion — essentially being nice to yourself and forgiving yourself your mistakes — is also an effective way to get over a more specific form of regret, namely the guilt that comes after procrastination.

From vindictiveness to magnanimity; from tribalism to universality, from the regret of penalized men over broken taboos to the penitence of humble men over personal guilt; from supplications for physical benefits to prayer as the fulfilling of interior conditions of spiritual growth; from the desire to impose man's will on a god to the desire that God's will should be done through man — such are the developments revealed in the recorded prayers of the Bible.

But even then, many of us experience deep guilt and regret over things that we have done.

If hearing Michelle Obama touting breast - feeding on television gives you a tiny pang of guilt, or if seeing your neighbor use her tax - subsidized breast pump causes a moment of regret, here's my advice: put on your big girl panties and get over yourself.

Philomena struggles with guilt and regret over 50 years until her daughter arranges a meeting with journalist Martin Sixsmith.

With the crushing guilt and probable regret of not heading up our Outlast 2 stream hanging over his head, Bender hopped into the live streaming ring this week to play one of his standout PAX South titles, What Remains of Edith Finch.

It's a simple setup for the story, one that deals with both just who or what is Delilah and Daud's own feelings of guilt over the murder of the Empress as he expresses regret toward his actions.

Sexually addicted people may feel guilt, shame, and regret over compulsively engaging in activities that are inconsistent with their own moral beliefs.

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.