Quotes About Confession

Let's be honest here," I said, throwing it all out. "We both know I'm gonna fuck up. But I'm pretty sure I love you, Em." Her breath caught. "What did you just say?" "I love you,

Lily?" she whispered. Lily didn't move. "Can I tell you something?" Lilly breathed deeply, clearly asleep. "I think all my life my heart's been broken," Adri whispered, "and I didn't even notice. And I don't even know by what.

I will confess!" shrieked Teufel, "I will confess!" "Excellent," said Glokta brightly. "Excellent," said Severard. "Etherer," said Practical Frost.

Sylvie reached out for the notebook. Like him, she'd grown up going to confession in church. Entering the dark booth and lowering herself to the kneeler. Confessing her sins to the screen that separated her from the priest. William thought of that sacrament now and felt bad for all the children who were forced to divide their ordinary lives into sins and not-sins so they would have something to say to a cassocked stranger.

Good God, simply tell the girl how you feel," Silverton advised, clearly exasperated. "You cannot spend your life brooding about her behind marble pillars and potted plants. It's undignified." Nigel

Because of the service by which you have proved yourselves, men will praise God for the obedience that accompanies your confession of the gospel of Christ, and for your generosity in sharing with them and with everyone else. 2 CORINTHIANS 9:13

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. 1 JOHN 1:9

I was born doing reference work in sin, and born confessing it. This is what poems are.

He Said... Your garden at dusk Is the soul of love Blurred in its beauty And softly caressing; I, gently daring This sweetest confessing, Say your garden at dusk Is your soul, My Love.

On another afternoon I entered Saint Patrice's Church just off the Boulevard de la Marne to tell a priest that I'd had an abortion. I immediately realized this was a mistake. I felt bathed in a halo of light and for him I was a criminal. Leaving the church, I realized that I was through with religion.

Plus tard, seule, dans ce même endroit, je me masturbe. C'est dans cette cave que, en juin 52, et à cet endroit précis, en face de la porte de séparation avec la pièce suivante, mon père a entraîné ma mère pour la tuer. Maintenant, trois hommes, aucune femme, savent cela. Je les ai aimés tous les trois. Cet aveu était le signe de mon amour.

I promised myself that I'd never actually admit to listening to 'New Kids on the Block.'

Why did the British authorities wait eight months before charging me - and then drop the charges, claiming there was insufficient evidence for prosecution when I had confessed to the leak from the start?

I am protective of my own personal life, but I must confess that I enjoy watching people that don't mind telling it all.

The fact that I like to buy inessential things to make myself feel better is neither a secret nor something I'm particularly proud of. And I know I'm not alone.

You killed your grandfather, Erik?' 'Yes, did you not know? I thought it was well known. I was very young at the time and had taken a lot of sixty per cent. It was with a chopper.

What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.

The doctors told me' -- her voice sang on a confidential note-- 'that if any man alive had done the consistent drinking that I have, he would have been physically shattered, my dead, and in his grave--long in his grave.

Nothing weighs on us so heavily as a secret. —Jean de La Fontaine, French poet (1621–1695)

What is there to confess that's worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood. If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant

La literatura, como cualquier forma de arte, es la confesión de que la vida no basta.

What is there to confess that's worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood.

The basest of all human needs is the need to confide, to confess. It is the soul's need to go outside itself.

La letteratura, come tutta l'arte, è la confessione che la vita sola non basta.