Quotes About Confession

Shrovetide.

But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them.

1872-ben egy júniusi reggelen meggyilkoltam atyámat - ez még a házasságom elÅ'tti idÅ'ben történt, mikor szüleimmel együtt éltem Wisconsin der?s ege alatt -, és mondhatom, az eset mély nyomokat hagyott bennem.

ACKNOWLEDGE, v.t. To confess. Acknowledgement of one another's faults is the highest duty imposed by our love of truth.

The light inside the confessional was so dim that I could not see his features very plainly. I only observed that his eyes were large, and bright, and wild-looking, like the eyes of some fierce animal, and that his face, with the reflection of the green curtain upon it, looked lividly pale.

His lips were split and bloody, his sides covered in darkening bruises, his head lolled sideways, face swollen almost past recognition. In short, he looks like a man ready to confess.

Wait, wait, wait," he said, and everyone stopped to listen. "This is about those children I murdered, isn't it?" He laughed. "Listen," he said. "If you spare the axe, you spoil the child.

Often do I strive to allay the burning fever of my blood; and you have never witnessed anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as my heart. But need I confess this to you, my dear friend, who have so often endured the anguish of witnessing my sudden transitions from sorrow to immoderate joy, and from sweet melancholy to violent passions? I treat my poor heart like a sick child, and gratify its every fancy. Do not mention this again: there are people who would censure me for it.

A confession you make merely to illuminate the murky corners of your little life may end up lighting the path to freedom for a thousand other hearts.

Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.

The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become

love is of the body; not the body, but of the body. Ah! the misery that would be saved if we confessed that! Ah! for a little directness to liberate the soul!

Telling this story will be painful. In fact, I do not know if I can tell it truthfully, though I'll try. I have been a liar all my life, you see. It's not uncommon in our family.

This is the only time I will ever tell, I say to myself.

Don't read my papers," I moan. "Don't." He steps back. "It's up there for anyone to see. Sorry.

Violence is a confession of terrible incompetence.

A única confissão sincera é aquela que fazemos indirectamente - ao falarmos dos outros.

I only wish the poets would say this too: love is of the body; not the body, but of the the body. Ah! the misery that would be saved if we confessed that! Ah! for a little directness to liberate the soul!

Women—I heard you say the other day—are never at ease till they tell their faults out loud.

Father, bless me for I have sinned, I did an original sin… I poked a badger with a spoon.

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors and looking them piteously in the eyes—die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed.

wish I was Catholic. The spurious thought made her smile. Catholicism did seem to have her problem covered. She could simply walk into a confessional booth, shock a priest sworn to secrecy, do a little penance, and be done with it.

Y no sé para qué quiero que lo sepa. No sirve para nada que lo sepa. Y sospecho que es peor, eso de que lo sepa. Pero ya ve, se lo digo igual. Parece que la quiero, Ofelia. Mil perdones, pero me parece que la quiero mucho.

Bueno, usted también pensará que es una locura. Pero de todas las personas a las que se lo puedo decir y que van a pensar que es una barbaridad prefiero decírselo a usted, porque en el fondo es la única que me importa que lo sepa. No sirve para nada que lo sepa. Y sospecho que es peor, eso de que lo sepa. Pero ya ve, se lo digo igual. Parece que la quiero, Ofelia. Mil perdones, pero me parece que la quiero mucho.