Quotes About Confession

A writer who renders the brutal actions of men in excruciating detail, seldom applying the anesthetic of psychology, [Cormac] McCarthy would much rather orate than confide.

Shi Zhe wrote in his memoir, "and if you didn't confess you were tortured and stayed in prison. The more stories you made up the better you were treated.

Many believe that the new birth is caused by a profession of faith, but the situation is exactly reversed: A confession of faith in Christ is a result of a person being born again of the Holy Spirit. Jesus

There are so many names for the thing that everyone is scared to death of, and everyone wants to tell you theirs.

God only knew what the eleven-year-old might confess to me about the things I was right now doing wrong.

I thought they was hard and I acted hard. He paused, then whimpered in confession, But I ain't hard, Mr. Max. I ain't hard even a little bit.... He rose to his feet. But.... I-I won't be crying none when they take me to that chair. But I'll b-b-be feeling inside of me like I was crying.... I'll be feeling and thinking that they didn't see me and I didn't see them....

How many of us never find a way to say the one thing we must?

I'm going to be so nervous tomorrow," Ashley confessed, linking her arm through Miranda's. "What if our whole class hates it?" "Then I'll say I told you so," Parker replied.

man was confessing to him.

I had a crush on Percy, Nico spat. That's the truth. That's the big secret.

Look, I need to tell you something,' I continued. The words came stumbling out of me. 'I couldnt stand it if...I dont want you to---' Percy?' she said. 'You look like you're going to be sick.' And that's how I felt.

William Andrew Solace," Nico said, "do you have something to confess?

Um ,sorry. I cant read the last line. Fish. Have you stolen any fish from the holy lakes? I lived in Kansas..So ..no

It's my big secret.

You're only as sick as your secrets.

Just being visible is my biggest confession, so they try to set me at ease by revealing our equality, by dragging out their own less-apparent deformities.

We often describe women who write about pain or vulnerabilities as 'brave,' but this type of confession is so frequently exchanged, so par for the course, so deeply and comfortably ensconced in the language of female confidences, so nearly de rigueur in the kind of personal writing ascendant now, so deeply woven in the way women get along with each other in the world generally that bravery may not be quite the right word. It is, in a way, something more like capitulating.

If some priest or other comes to take my confession and give me sacrament, tell him to clear out, quick, and leave me his curse instead! I´ve done heaps and heaps of things in my life, but I still did not do enough. Men like me ought to live a thousand years.

She laughed and said: "Because nothing. I'd like you to forgive me, but I don't expect you to. Anyway, that's not the half of it, not even a small bit of it, actually. The main thing is, I kept you and Tommy apart." Her voice had dropped again, almost to a whisper. "That was the worst thing I did.

I screwed up. Again. You're shocked, I'm sure.

So I spilled my guts already. Your turn. If you won't tell me what happened just now, at least tell me what happened at the tattoo place." I did. I was tempted to joke that his dad was right--apparently I was evil--but he wouldn't appreciate that.

Forget it. I shouldn't have--" I caught his hand. "Don't. You want to talk about this, right?" He hesitated. Then another humorless smile. "I'm not sure talk is the right word. More like confess.

He said it in the half-embarrassed, half-defiant tone of someone admitting that he belongs to a religious sect. "You

Si es pecado codiciar el honor, soy el mayor de todos los pecadores».