Quotes About Confession

when suddenly, as if a shelf were shot forth and she stood on it, she said how she was his wife, married years ago in Milan, his wife, and would never, never tell that he was mad

He stretched himself. He rose. He stood upright in complete nakedness before us, and while the trumpets pealed Truth! Truth! Truth! we have no choice left but confess – he was a woman.

There is, let us confess it (and illness is the great confessional) a childish outspokenness in illness; things are said, truths blurted out, which the cautious respectability of health conceals.

A couple of years before, under the guidance of an intelligent French-speaking confessor, to whom, in a moment of metaphysical curiosity, I had turned over a Protestant's drab atheism for an old-fashioned popish cure, I had hoped to deduce from my sense of sin the existence of a Supreme Being.

Forgive me, Father, but I'm not Catholic.

I must confess something to you." "Confess." "I must confess to you that I've read they go and do it in the bushes and on islands and, would you believe, inside of trucks.

Jesus is Lord," which seems to be the earliest extant creedal formulation, reflected in Rom 10:9-10; 1 Cor 12:3; Phil 2:9-11 (in this last passage the slightly fuller form, "Jesus Christ is Lord").

Revenge is a confession of pain

Hemos perdido a Shail, y Alsan se ha convertido en algo... que no puedo describir. Y también he estado a punto de perderte a ti, y, si eso hubiera sucedido... me habría vuelto loco-confesó, mirándola con seriedad.

But no monk am I in my head, God grant me pardon," he whispered. His body drew closer, velvet and taut elegance. "My confessor has chastised me oft, and bade me study on my sins at length. And so, lady"--he kissed her, the hunger in it sinking down through her like a comet falling--"I have studied.

Once I'd confessed to my own mother that I thought God was a woman, because who but a woman would care so much about the oceans and the plants and the animals, who but a woman could build a whole world in seven days? " -Guardian

Three months after Rachel was born, Lou admitted smuggling her into church. "It wasn't my fault," she said, after she'd confessed. "I was compelled." "What do you mean, compelled?" Andy had asked, annoyed, betrayed, but also consumed by tenderness the way he always was when he watched Louisa breast-feed.

Crap. I was a lying chicken.

Psychiatry enables us to correct our faults by confessing our parents' shortcomings.

think they would have done to him

You lay hold on what He said and deny that sickness the right to exist in your body. Lay hold upon it by faith, confess the WORD OF GOD over it, and say. "I may hurt, but in the NAME OF JESUS I AM HEALED.

"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. "It was the salmon."

Then I'm sorry to say, I've eat your pie.

The days sported by us, as if Time had not grown up himself yet, but were a child too, and always at play. I told Em'ly I adored her, and that unless she confessed she adored me I should be reduced to the necessity of killing myself with a sword. She said she did, and I have no doubt she did.

Having made this lunatic confession, I began to throw my torn-up grass into the river, as if I had some thoughts of following it.

I have nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess that no one can ever believe this narrative, in the reading, more than I have believed it in the writing.

La historia la cuenta el mismo protagonista, y el desafío a que se tuvo que enfrentar Dickens al concebir este narrador en primera persona tiene una doble vertiente. Por un lado, debió asegurarse de que Pip sonara convincente cuando confiesa sus errores para que no pensemos que los admite simplemente para ganar nuestra simpatía; por otro, tuvo que probar la redención de Pip, y demostrar que esta no solo se traduce en palabras, sino también en hechos.

The length of time it takes to catch on to this relationship depends on us—not God. The more willing we are to confess our inadequacy, the easier it is for us to fully surrender to His will for our lives.

Lord, I confess my anger today and ask You to please cleanse my heart of the deep resentment, bitterness, and injury I feel. They run so deep, Father—and the strength of those feelings alarms me at times. I know that this situation is not only about how I was wronged or the person who hurt me. It touched a profound place within me that needs healing