Quotes About Confession

You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked best, was always mingled with a certain satisfaction at being finally done with them.

Well, upon my soul! You are not ashamed to stand there and confess yourself a disgusting drunkard.

I, myself, have killed six people. All random, all undetected, no way to trace them to me. And, let me tell you, there's nothin' like it. It's a great feeling. Yeah, I know, you're thinking. 'Aw, he's a comedian. He's just sayin' that stuff.' Good. That's exactly what I want you to think.

We are angered even by the full acceptance of our humiliating confessions—how much more by hearing in hard distinct syllables from the lips of a near observer, those confused murmurs which we try to call morbid, and strive against as if they were the oncoming of numbness!

His confession was silent, and her promise of faithfulness was silent.

Love-making and marriage—how could they now be the imagery in which poor Gwendolen's deepest attachment could spontaneously clothe itself? Mighty Love had laid his hand upon her; but what had he demanded of her? Acceptance of rebuke—the hard task of self-change—confession—endurance. If she cried toward him, what then? She cried as the child cries whose little feet have fallen backward—cried to be taken by the hand, lest she should lose herself.

So it's the unwinding of your nervous system. The corresponding experience to what winds you up comes out in your dreams. To write a song then, even one like Don't Bother Me , helps to get rid of some subconscious burden. Writing a song is like going to confession.

Sacrifice, discipline and prayer are essential. We gain strength through God's word. We receive grace from the sacrament. And when we fumble due to sin - and it's gonna happen - confession puts us back on the field.

I broke down on Thursday, Nov. 3, and told Sheriff Howard Wells the truth. It wasn't easy, but after the truth was out, I felt like the world was lifted off my shoulders.

The confession of evil works is the first beginning of good works.

Without a confession of faith the church's evaluation of its ministers is haphazard and shallow at best; and the church will be in great danger of laying hands on novices and heretics, all because it does not measure candidates for the ministry by a broad and deep standard.

In order to fulfil its role in guarding the purity of its membership, the church must have a doctrinal standard, and that standard must be published openly, for men have a right to know by what particulars they will be judged. To require the church to exercise discipline against doctrinal error without a published confession of faith is to require it to make bricks without straw.

A church without a confession of faith may as well advertise that it is prepared to be a harbour for every kind of damning heresy and to be the soil for any who are given to growing the crop of novelty. A church without a confession of faith has the theological and ecclesiastical equivalent of AIDS, with no immunity against the infectious winds of false doctrine.

How did the care worker die?' 'Apparently I murdered her.

Detective Quinlan, I think I know who killed my sister." ... "That's interesting. I was just coming back here to tell you the same thing... Emma.

My father is a liar and so am I. But I'm going to stop. I have to stop. I will tell you my story and I will tell it straight. No lies, no omissions. That's my promise. This time I truly mean it.

At the time of your examination(of sins) beware of the devil that ties your tongue.

I got married the second time in the way that, when a murder is committed, crackpots turn up at the police station to confess the crime.

I've been lying to you guys for a long time, saying I wasn't nervous and there's no pressure. There was a lot of pressure to do it here.

they had come to a time when no one dared speak his mind, when fierce, growling dogs roamed everywhere, and when you had to watch your comrades torn to pieces after confessing to shocking crimes.

I should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it.

Miss O'Hara - I must tell you something. I - I love you!' 'Um?' said Scarlett absently.

Anna sonunda dönüp bana bakt?. -Ya öyküyü baÅŸtan sona ben uydurduysam, dedi. -Tümünü mü? -Evet tümünü. Aram?zdaki ÅŸeyler kaç?n?lmaz hale geliyordu. Bana sanki bunu söylemiÅŸ gibi oldu. -Bu pek bir ÅŸeyi deÄŸiÅŸtirmez, dedim...

Casi todo lo que sabemos del prójimo es de segunda mano. Si por casualidad un hombre se confiesa, aboga por su causa, con su apología pronta. Si lo observamos, deja de estar solo.