Quotes About Confession

I'm Uri," he said. "What's your name?" I gave him my name. "Stopthief.

Matthew, confess now. Are you a closeted font nerd? Do you go to these conferences? I promise I won't respect you any less if you are. OK, fine, secretly I will, but it's better to get this off your chest and be who you are, than to live in deception. Hiding the truth will only cripple your emotional development Well, I'm sorry to dissapoint you. I'm not a font nerd. You can email me in Papyrus and I won't care.

Lying in his parents' house, in the middle of the night, she told him the whole story, about meeting Dimitri on a bus, finding his resume in the bin. She confessed that Dimitri had gone with her to Palm Beach. One by one he stored the pieces of information in his mind, unwelcome, unforgivable. And for the first time in his life, another man's name upset Gogol more than his own.

The work that's interesting to me in other people is really confessional.

The most any one can do is to confess as candidly as he can the grounds for the faith that is in him, and leave his example to work on others as it may.

I have hardly detained the reader long enough on the subject, to give him a just impression of the stress laid on confession. It is one of the great points to which our attention was constantly directed.

Such is Kant's (1787/1933, B180) "schematism of understanding," though he candidly confessed that how this occurred was a mystery "in the depths of the human soul.

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

My whole testimony was a lie.

There is something in the eyes of a bonobo that you don't see in those of a tiger or a shark. They are human eyes, but not the cautious glimpse of a stranger you pass on a city street, or the pretended interest of a shrink you're paying $300 an hour. Or someone you think you recognize but don't. The eyes of a bonobo are the eyes of your best friend or a lover or a priest. They see into you. They see nothing else. They invite confession.

Ridicule is a public confession of fear.

In an age when the fashion is to be in love with yourself, confessing to be in love with somebody else is an admission of unfaithfulness to one's beloved.

We first become salesmen as children in the confession booths of our parents.

The police stopped me when I was out in my car. They told me it was a spot check. I admitted to two pimples and a boil.

As the Houses tumbled upon the Streets with a great roaring Noise, they cryed out We are undone! We are great Sinners! and the like: and yet as soon as the Danger was passed, they came back with their: Hey ho the Devil is Dead! Eat, drink, and go merry to Bed! Thus the Sick confesse to their Contagion only when they are like to Die of it, even tho' they carry their Death with them every where.

St. Thomas thus detects a primary source of presumption in seeking genuinely good things, like human happiness on earth, as if we did not need divine grace to attain them; and in the hope that we can obtain God's pardon and mercy without our confessing and repenting of sin.

In the next book, A Walk Among the Tombstones, which winds toward an unblinking description of torture and dismemberment, Elaine answers Scudder's admission that he has long been troubled by her visits from other men, and his straightforward confession of love, with the revelation that she has not entertained another man for months, has in fact quit her profession, and of course loves him, too.

You're going to read me my sins, Charles Freck said. The creature nodded and unsealed the scroll. Freck said, lying helpless on his bed, And it's going to take a hundred thousand hours.

I am the Raskolnikov of jerking off – the sticky evidence is everywhere!

So. Now you know the worst thing I have ever done. I fucked my own family's dinner.

It's human to have a secret, but it's just as human to reveal it sooner or later.

Exhibitionismul inerent unei marturisiri nu face decat sa agraveze suferinta.

Hi, my name is Mitchell. I'm an alcoholic.' 'Hi, I'm Flora. I'm cross-addicted.'" "Cross-addicted?" Sabbath asked. "Who knows—some Catholic thing.

It is baffling to me why so many people find it difficult to say, I was wrong. The words, when spoken with repentance, always turn away wrath. But those who cling to their absolute lightness, despite any evidence to the contrary, will always arouse anger in their comrades or superiors.