Quotes About Confession

are fools. Which two? The one who doesn't see his/her transgression as a transgression, and the one who doesn't rightfully pardon another who has confessed his/her transgression. These two are fools. These two are wise. Which two? The one who sees his/her transgression as a transgression, and the one who rightfully pardons another who has confessed his/her transgression. These two are wise.—The Buddha, Anguttara Nikaya

O português confessa sentir inveja de não ter duas línguas. E poder usar uma delas para perder o passado. E outra para ludibriar o presente.

Now is probably a good time to make my confession about Finland, our next destination in this Nordic odyssey: I think the Finns are fantastic. I can't get enough of them. I would be perfectly happy for the Finns to rule the world. They get my vote, they've won my heart. If you ask me, they should just change the word 'fantastic' to 'Finntastic.' Helsinki? Heavensinki, more like.

El arte es como una declaración de amor, la conciencia de que dependemos unos de otros. Una confesión. Un acto inconsciente que, sin embargo, refleja el verdadero significado de la vida: amor y sacrificio.

No. In a sacramental confession, the penitent names his offenses because it is a way of taking responsibility for them before God and before man. He says, 'I am a sinner. This is what I have done. I blame no one but myself. I ask to be pardoned and healed. I need a Savior.'

I am not admitting to anything, i am just telling you.

for Paul private belief and public confession of it - including baptism - go hand in hand.3 Both are needed for salvation.

I'm not the police. There are no cameras, or recorders, no notebook, no witnesses. I'm not a priest. I can't take your confession. I don't care if your guilty. I don't care if you feel guilty. I only want the truth.

La gente necesita sexo, eso es todo, lo que pasa es que no se atreve a confesarlo.

Leggermente a disagio per questa confessione, Jean-Yves si voltò verso di me: "E tu, Michel, cosa conti di fare qui?". La risposta più vicina alla realtà era sicuramente qualcosa sul genere: "Niente", ma è sempre un po' difficile spiegare questo tipo di cose alle persone attive.

It takes someone really brave to confess they're wrong and try to make it right" -Pete

Ik moet zeggen dat het me verbaast dat hem dat nooit hebt verteld. Als hij je vriend is... Als je net zo veel om hem geeft als hij om jou, en dat is veel, heel veel... Maar je hebt het hem niet verteld, en dat was een grote vergissing... Vertel het hem, Renn. Vertel het hem... Ze is mijn dochter! - Seshru

So that means that Peter..." I swallowed. "That his full name was Peter Parker." "Yeah" I burst into tears. "Oh, my God! I killed Spiderman!

I asked him why he had left the bodies concentrated in one area. He replied that he wanted the police to find them all at once so that the families of the victims could be notified. He said he wanted to stop killing, but that he could not resist it.

Confession is good for the conscience, but it usually bypasses the soul.

Finally, in a low whisper, he said, 'I think I might be a terrible person.' For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

Finally, in a low whisper, he said, "I think I might be a terrible person." For a split second I believed him—I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing. "No

If you are willing to admit faults, you have one less fault to admit.

Confession of errors is like a broom which sweeps away the dirt and leaves the surface brighter and clearer. I feel stronger for confession.

Sam, you didn't say you loved me until you caught me trying to leave." His lips turned up in that sexy grin, and he tucked a curl behind her ear. "I exhausted you with my lovemaking, and you feel asleep in my arms before you heard.

The last confession he heard was from a young hysterical girl who seemed to him to be making up a chain of small sins so that she could imagine herself full of remorse.

As he still groped for that one moment, Father Dowling began to think that the whole city for years had been whispering its story to him out of the darkness in snatches, in a huge confessional where he could not see the faces…

The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart

Therefore, my confession lies in the unification of Africa.