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

It may be that Christians, notwithstanding corporate worship, common prayer, and all their fellowship in service, may still be left to their loneliness. The final break-through to fellowship does not occur, because, though they have...

Since 1849 I have studied incessantly, under all its aspects, a question which was already in my mind since 1832. I confess that my scheme is still a mere dream, and I do not shut...

Sometimes, too, when their spiritual masters, such as confessors and superiors, do not approve of their spirit and behavior (for they are anxious that all they do shall be esteemed and praised), they consider that...

The explanation has been written already in the three words that were many enough, and plain enough, for my confession. I loved her.

They sell courage of a sort in the taverns. And another sort, though not for sale, a man can find in the confessional. Try the alehouses and the churches, Hugh. In either a man can...

I’m crazy, Zed.’ There, I’d admitted it.’Uh-huh. And I’m crazy too -about you.

We numb our minds and heart so one need not be broken and the other need not be bothered.

When the mind, for want of being sufficiently reduced by recollection at our first engaging in devotion, has contracted certain bad habits of wandering and dissipation, they are difficult to overcome, and commonly draw us,...

….. desire is so much sweeter when you cant have it.

I don’t judge or believe in any religion, I’m just learning from their divine esoteric stories.

A delicate balance is required: keep the penitent tautly close to the point of recognizing sin, and then allow the relief of that pressure to flow through forgiveness. Confession increases this tautness, only to clear...

In confession occurs the breakthrough of the Cross. The root of all sin is pride, superbia. I want to be my own law, I have a right to my self, my hatred and my desires,...

It is a bad indication when, in any period, men will so exalt their confessions that they force the Scriptures to a secondary importance, illustrated in one era, when as Tulloch remarks: ‘Scripture as a...

The legal profession is notorious for complicating the simples of things.

Confession is an act of violence against the unoffending.

I’m still not able to sleep on her side of the bed” I faked a smile.

They have stated that what they call ‘resistance’ has protected the ballot boxes in their areas. This is a confession that rigging has happened.

You’re beautiful, Finnie, but by the gods you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, spread before me, wrapped in my wool and filled with me

Literary confessors are contemptible, like beggars who exhibit their sores for money, but not so contemptible as the public that buys their books.

Nothing spoils a confession like repentance

You said just now, “Don’t be so ashamed of yourself, because that’s the root of your trouble”––with those words, you seem to have reached right into my innermost soul. What I mean is, when I...

You blew everything away.

One trains the eye of confession most closely on what is hurting. If sin is present it will be aching. Confession begins where the raw anguish of conscience is rubbing against the primordial awareness of...

Christ became our Brother in order to help us. Through him our brother has become Christ for us in the power and authority of the commission Christ has given him. Our brother stands before us...

Merciful God. Faithful God.

I’d think about you and how I didn’t want us to end. It’s complicated…’Max still held her, his thumbs stroking the spot on her wrists where her pulse was thundering away. ‘Uncomplicate it then. Did...

Pero si la elección que tengo que tomar, se reduce a elegir entre tú o yo, te escojo a ti. Siempre te he escogido.

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...

unkindness �of ravens”?

You are everything I am and everything that’s running through my veins

Therefore I do require it, which I makes confession, to be brought reg’lar and draw’d mild.

I’m not afraid of you, Ghleanna. I’ve never been afraid of you. To be quite honest. . I think you’re amazing. I always have. Since the first time you ignored me.

Confession is not all about telling your bad deeds to the public, but being proud of the bad things you have done so far.

The confessor can nullify the exquisitely seasonable moment of confession by talking instead of listening. When he sees pedagogy and advice as more important than simple listening, he diverts the stream of confession.

I think it’s real.

Once I am alive, I still have the chance to live rightly for the rest of my life.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment – we are all defined by something we can’t...

I too was pinched off from a piece of clay, I too modeled by omnipotence and flankedby things too wonderful for me

To confess your sins to God is not to tell God anything God doesn’t already know. Until you confess them, however, they are the abyss between you. When you confess them, they become the Golden...

. . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolvingwithin the trees—then, fleeting words of consolationwould not suffice if feigned, and flippant wordsconfessed reluctance—our wordswere meaningless uttered on the wind. . .

I can’t bring myself to trust you. But even if you were to betray me, and even if you were to become my enemy… would it be okay for me to love? Could you… let...

The confession of evil works is the first beginning of good works.

The flame of testimony burns brightly when fed with the oil of grace.

I love you.” Hearing my own words, I gasped at the rush of emotion.He put his hands on either side of my jaw and took my mouth with his.

He was clearly not the murderer whom Hawksmoor was seeking, but it was generally the innocent who confessed: in the course of many enquiries, Hawksmoor had come across those who accused themselves of crimes which...

Just as some people may conceal their own sinfulness thus seeming better than the norm, others expose their own sinfulness thus seeming worse than the norm.

As I told Piers Morgan, ‘Catholics have confession, whereas Northern Irish Protestants only have interviews.’

But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius.

If you can confess before a friend, you don’t need a priest.