1 I don't care what shame comes on you.
2 He seemed broken with shame and sorrow.
3 No eye but his would ever see his shame.
4 They would defile it and make it shameful.
5 There was nothing evil in it, nothing shameful.
6 The portrait was to bear the burden of his shame: that was all.
7 I cannot understand how any one can wish to shame the thing he loves.
8 At least he would be alone when he looked upon the mask of his shame.
9 The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
10 Yet it was his duty to confess, to suffer public shame, and to make public atonement.
11 Summer followed summer, and the yellow jonquils bloomed and died many times, and nights of horror repeated the story of their shame, but he was unchanged.
12 They say that you corrupt every one with whom you become intimate, and that it is quite sufficient for you to enter a house for shame of some kind to follow after.
13 Women who had wildly adored him, and for his sake had braved all social censure and set convention at defiance, were seen to grow pallid with shame or horror if Dorian Gray entered the room.
14 He felt a terrible joy at the thought that some one else was to share his secret, and that the man who had painted the portrait that was the origin of all his shame was to be burdened for the rest of his life with the hideous memory of what he had done.
15 He knew that he had tarnished himself, filled his mind with corruption and given horror to his fancy; that he had been an evil influence to others, and had experienced a terrible joy in being so; and that of the lives that had crossed his own, it had been the fairest and the most full of promise that he had brought to shame.