Quotes About Confession

A literatura, como toda a arte, é uma confissão de que a vida não basta.

Sonhar é confessar a necessidade de viver, substituindo a vida real pela vida irreal, e assim é uma compensação de inalienabilidade do querer viver. Que é tudo isto enfim senão a busca da felicidade? E busca qualquer qualquer outra coisa.

In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say.

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

What could anyone confess that would be worth anything or serve any useful purpose? What has happened to us has either happened to everyone or to us alone; if the former it has no novelty value and if the latter it will be incomprehensible.

The price of confessing is to be confronted with the truth of who you are - you have to bear your faults, your frailties.

I really like 'Project Runway.' I know it's reality, so that might be kind of faux pas for me to say.

Helena Bonham Carter was one of my biggest crushes. And Rachel Weisz. I think I told her that when we were filming, which was probably a bit embarrassing.

If you've done something wrong, the first step is to try to own up and tell people about it.

My Life in CIA is the first time that I've ever written a story in my own name.

Let me start with a confession: I don't enjoy cooking. The reason I usually do it at home is not because I'm a New Man or Jamie Oliver disciple, but because my wife's cooking is so bad. In fact, to me, cooking is less a pleasurable pastime than a defense against poisoning.

I told my wife, when I go up to the garage and I wash my Cobra, I feel like I'm cheating on her.

I have had my share of choices and temptations, too; I would not lie about that. And I would also like to confess that had it not been for my mother, I would probably have never been able to make the right decisions during those formative years of my life.

I smoke, isn't that terrible?

I'm terrible at keeping secrets.

I will confess that almost all my inspiration has come from one emotion: fear. And terrible dread of the moment when I will finally be exposed as a fraud.

I don't like the ocean. I'm not a natural swimmer, even though I come from Australia. That' a terrible thing to say.

There is something about a closet that makes a skeleton terribly restless.

You can't legislate into existence an act of forgiveness and a true confession; those are mysteries of the human heart, and they occur between one individual and another individual, not a panel of judges sitting asking questions, trying to test your truth.

Nothing is held back on 'Testimony.'

Confess your sins, worship God, and get on with your life. You can experience the mercy of God no matter what you've been through.

The grateful person, being still the most severe exacter of himself, not only confesses, but proclaims, his debts.

Indulgent Reader, up till now I have concealed it, but I must confess at last. I have one besetting weakness, a weakness that amounts to a vice. I am ashamed of it. Often I have tried to wean myself of it; often cursed the heredity that imposed it on me. Opium? Morphine? Cocaine? Nothing so fashionable. Absinth? Brandy? Gin? Nothing so normal. Alas! let me whisper it in your ear: I am a Chewing Gum Fiend!

So -- I confess I have been a rake at reading. I have read those things which I ought not to have read, and I have not read those things which I ought to have read, and there is no health in me -- if by health you mean an inclusive and coherent knowledge of any body of great literature. I can only protest, like all rakes in their shameful senescence, that I have had a good time.