Shame (n.) is a borderline affect which allows us to forget that there is nothing behind the masks but other masks and thereby keeps us captured in the game of interpretation. It results in our acknowledging and at the same time denying that the life we construct for ourselves is a fiction. It allows us to keep the abyss at a distance in favor of life.
Shame (n.) is more of a metaphysical concept than an emotion... more of a conscious attitude than something which befalls the subject. Shame is the mark of a necessary distance from truth, a means of preserving truth through continuing interpretation.
Shame (n.) is more painful when our friends are guilty of a shameful action than when we ourselves are.
Shame (n.) is not felt by thinking something foul, only when they think these foul thoughts are attributed to them.
Shame (n.) is an important sense for everyone to have, but no one need feel ashamed.
Shame (n.) is what we call the monster that attached itself to men when they aspired beyond the animals.
Shame (n.) attaches not to thinking something dirty but to imagining we are credited with the thought.
Shame (n.) is engendered by all undeserved grace — and to one who knows nothing is ever deserved, 'you deserved it' sounds like 'you are not a man but a god'.
Shame (n.) that comes suddenly makes one feel the mid-point of the world: dazzled in a surging sea, as if a great eye were gazing on us and through us from all sides.
Shame (n.) is inventive: after an act of extravagant generosity, nothing is more advisable than to take a stick and thrash the eyewitness — it muddles his memory.