Quotes About Confession

We do not always proclaim loudly the most important thing we have to say. Nor do we always privately share it with those closest to us, our intimate friends, those who have been most devotedly ready to receive our confession.

I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.

Bryce, she whispers. What's wrong. I can barely breathe as I ask her, Do you like him? Do I... you mean Jon? Yes! Well, sure. He's nice and - No, do you like him? My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited. Well, no. I mean, not like that.... No! She said no! I didn't care where I was, I didn't care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then...

I also finally see that a crimson kiss isn't something you can chase, because it's more than just the passionate meeting of mouths. It's a confession. It's the truth your lips whisper to someone you love.

Man, talk about having a skeleton in the closet—this

As the open confession of my sins to a brother insures me against self-deception, so, too, the assurance of forgiveness becomes fully certain to me only when it is spoken by a brother in the name of God. Mutual, brotherly confession is given to us by God in order that we may be sure of divine forgiveness." —LIFE TOGETHER

A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish.

One day, when I am a braver man, I will tell her these things, and then I will look her in the eye tell her I love her and ask her to be only mine. But until that day, we're just friends.

One day, when I am a braver man, I will tell her these things, and then I will look her in the eye tell her I love her and ask her to be only mine. But until that day, we're just friends.

Dare my guilty heart admit the horrible acknowledgement that I love you still?

I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind.

John is a physician, and perhaps--(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)--perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster

We need him dead or in jail, and I'm probably a crappy murderer. – Libby

Father, forgive me—for I know precisely what I'm doing.

Did you have to murder him? Yes, as a matter of fact I did. Well, the deed's done. No use complaining.

She tried to think of what to say to make it all better again, or at least the way it was before she'd made her confession, though she didn't regret having confessed. Perhaps that was what had been wrong with her all along. Now that the lie wasn't between them anymore, maybe she could love him again.

Don said, "By any chance did someone come in to confess while I was out, and just maybe you forgot to mention it?" Corrine said no one had.

Old Custom, which to-day allows Addresses such as this; When timid lovers breathe their vows, And sing of promised bliss; Emboldens one, who else would fear To make his feelings known...

Provoked lies. Parents should not ask questions that are likely to cause defensive lying. Children resent being interrogated by a parent, especially when they suspect that the answers are already known. They hate questions that are traps, questions that force them to choose between an awkward lie and an embarrassing confession. Quentin,

May God bless and keep all soldiers, young and old, and may that same God open the eyes of all political leaders to the truth that most wars are a confession of failure—the failure of diplomacy and negotiation and common sense and, in most cases, of leadership.

EMMA: We're lovers. ROBERT: Ah, yes. I thought it might be something like that. Something along those lines. EMMA: When? ROBERT: What? EMMA: When did you think? ROBERT: Yesterday. Only yesterday. When I saw his handwriting on the letter. Before yesterday I was quite ignorant. EMMA: Ah. (pause) I'm sorry. ROBERT: Sorry? (silence) How long? EMMA: Some time. ROBERT: Yes, but how long exactly? EMMA: Five years. ROBERT: Five years?

If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved" (Rom. 10:9–10 esv).

Say it, Christa! Dammit, was I imagining things, or did you say that you loved me?" "I—" She paused. "I said it!" she whispered. "And you meant it?" She lowered her gaze and then her head. "I meant it.

I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closest is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them.