Quotes About Confession

Still, I imagined myself going to some Boston priest--it would have to be Boston, because I didn't want any priest in my home town to know I'd thought of killing myself. Priests were terrible gossips.

Unable to confess, they had pleaded to be given peace, pleaded with tears, cries, and ghoulish murders.

I have a confession. Oh? I can't get you off my mind. His statement robbed her of words. Heat spread down the nape of her neck. He was saying too much. ~Thomas to Chelise

The old Confession was written by men who knew what it felt like to have done bad things: "We do earnestly repent, and are heartily sorry for these our misdoings; The remembrance of them is grievous unto us; The burden of them is intolerable." Indeed.

i confess i cannot help myself. i am imaginig my self as his wife. i suppose while im at it , i might as well imagine myself as queen of england,too.

I told her that I could not marry her, because…because I was in love with you." For a long time Madeline sat in her chair, immobile, listening only to the sound of her blood pounding in her ears. She stared blankly at Adam. "You can't be." He bowed his head. "You can't possibly love me. I'm nothing." "You're not nothing. You're everything.

I love you," she murmured. The words ... it was as though an entire sun had exploded in his chest. He'd been ridiculous. His thrashing thoughts, his grand confusion and torment and helplessness -- it was only love, had always been love, he supposed. It was no precipice he stood at, or rather precipices have little meaning when one finally acknowledges that one has wings. Connor stepped off. "I love you, too." Such grave, inadequate words for what it was he felt.

Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.

I know it's hard on her. If I don't tell her she'll kill me." He pauses. "That was supposed to be funny.

I would like to confess things to her, to throw myself in her lap, to open the cage of my chest and show her the bones.

She, of course, told me this shit, because she couldn't stop herself from telling me everything she's thinking.

Was I really reading my roommate's journal behind his back? Of course I was.

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.

In a late interview, Belle herself characterized her life as if it were one long sin that needed to be confessed—with one pointed exception. "I have lied, sworn, killed (I guess) and I have stolen," she said. "But . . . I thank God that I can say on my death bed that I am a virtuous woman. . . . Fortune has played me a sad trick by letting me live on and on.

It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark.

I went on a Buddha jag. I read 'Confession of a Buddhist Atheist' by Stephen Batchelor and Karen Armstrong's biography of Buddha, which is a great book.

Just like Lara Jean in my book 'To All the Boys I've Loved Before,' I used to write letters to boys I was in love with - letters full of emotion and longing and also recrimination - but they were for my eyes only.

I do plainly and ingenuously confess that I am guilty of corruption, and do renounce all defense. I beseech your Lordships to be merciful to a broken reed.

The police," he said. "You can't carry firearms in England without a licence. Just like dogs. You'll be getting into trouble before you know where you are. Now look here, ma'am," he went on, with increasing confidence, "you'd far better make a clean breast of it." "A clean breast? What do you mean? Why do you pester me like this?" she cried, with sudden terror.

We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones.

Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth, or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humor?

Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.

I've confessed to everything and I'd liked to be hanged. Now, if you please.

Some secrets are wrong and ought to be told.