Quotes About Confession

These are thing, Trudi's father told her long before she was old enough for confession, that the church call sins, but they are part of being human. And those we need to embrace. The most important thing-- He paused. --is to be kind.

You take the lead. He'll open up more easily to a copper than a mumbo jumbo man

He'd always had a joke for Francis in the confessional, a 'sin' that could be counted on to cause a young priest to grin behind the safety of the wooden shield. Bless me, Father, for I put tuna in the chicken salad.

The sign above my seat reads In Emergency Break Glass. This is an emergency. I feel broken. Why haven't I told her? WHY HAVEN'T I TOLD HER?! Why haven't you told her? the old man asks, in my head. And don't even think about breaking that window. It's Illegal. A federal offense. So is loving someone for this long and not doing something about it.

And I swear she will never know my secret. She will never have to give up the sunlight because of me.

We confess small faults to insinuate that we have no great ones.

Whoever pretends not to believe in ghosts of any sort, lies to his own heart. Every man is haunted by ghosts... thought most of us (poets excepted) are unwilling to confess the acquaintance.

Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again.

You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.

There is that. I might have better luck telling him I'm in love with him. Jace thinks everyone's in love with him anyway." "But I," said Clary, "actually am.

Then, if you love him," he said quietly, "please, Tessa, don't tell him what I just told you. Don't tell him that I love you.

Those last few minutes with him this evening had been a revelation. They weren't words of self-pity, but more like confession of guilt, the guilt of having wasted a life and the pity that there was no second chance. You had one and that was all. He must

Finally, she said: "I'm lonely" — it's weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can't help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you're confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. She said: "I'm lonely," and they ate her in the street.

Confessare, anche a se stessi, i propri desideri - quelli veri - è pericoloso. Se sono realizzabili, e spesso lo sono, dichiararli ti mette di fronte alla paura di provarci. E dunque alla tua vigliaccheria. Allora preferisci non pensarci, o pensare che hai desideri impossibili, e che è da adulti non pensare alle cose impossibili.

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

First John 1:9

Probabilmente se Mosse avesse trovato la scritta "Io uccido..." tracciata col sangue, con lo stesso sangue ci avrebbe scritto sotto "Anch'io...

We rather confess our moral errors, faults, and crimes than our ignorance.

Why should there be some sort of virtue always attributed to a frank admission of vice?

I lied on my Weight Watchers list. I put down that I had 3 eggs… but they were Cadbury chocolate eggs.

Some secrets are fires so scorching, the only way to quench the burn is to tell someone.

I've — well, I've been down in the Pit," Joe succeeded in blurting out. "I must confess that you look like it — very much like it indeed." Mr. Bronson spoke severely, but if ever by great effort he conquered a smile, that was the time. "I presume," he went on, "that you do not refer to the abiding-place of sinners, but rather to some definite locality in San Francisco. Am I right?

Okay, so I wasn't entirely sure what it was or what I'd do about it if she did, but it felt good to say it.

We told Ellen, "He's a