A Quote by Triple H

There's nothing to be ashamed of here. Everyone's been with Carlito's sister! — © Triple H
There's nothing to be ashamed of here. Everyone's been with Carlito's sister!
I have nothing to be ashamed of. And I love to talk about the things that I am ashamed of.
I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.
I have never been remotely ashamed of having been depressed. Never. What's to be ashamed of? I went through a really rough time and I am quite proud that I got out of that.
The Jews have never been ashamed of being Jews, whereas homosexuals have been stupid enough to be ashamed of their homosexuality.
It has always been incomprehensible for me: people are ashamed of the poverty but aren't ashamed of the wealth.
I want everyone to know that I love my sister and have always been there for her.
Many survivors refuse to talk about what they went through but I've never been ashamed to have been in one of those places. The shame is not mine; the church should be ashamed. They say now they're sorry - what they mean is, sorry they were found out.
Why should I? I've done nothing to be ashamed of. I am not ashamed - I am only beaten
So Carlito think about this: all the apple-biting.
I spoke so much about being a manic-depressive. I want to bring everyone back to my earliest memories of this companion of mine. Some people call this companion I have an ailment, or worse a terrible nightmare from which some people cannot awaken. I know that I have nothing to be ashamed of. I have nothing that should garner a stigma.
Carlito likes to swap spit with men who don't want to be cool.
I have since often observed, how incongruous and irrational the common temper of mankind is, especially of youth ... that they are not ashamed to sin, and yet are ashamed to repent; not ashamed of the action for which they ought justly to be esteemed fools, but are ashamed of the returning, which only can make them be esteemed wise men.
Christmases past, my sister Carolyn and I - we'd been waiting for Santa all night. Nothing! Where is this man?
What am I most ashamed of in my life? Not keeping my promise to my sister and being too scared of America to attend her funeral.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself, running around, not married, staying out all night. Ashamed!" "Ashamed!" my grandmother echoed. Good to know they still agreed on things after forty-three years of marriage.
Those who are ashamed of what they ought not to be ashamed; and are not ashamed of what they ought to be - such men, embracing erroneous views, enter the woeful path.
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