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.

You are a success and nothing will stop your shining!

Your whispers are gentle echoes that sway ardent winds of harmony and in the symphony of life each word is wrapped in rhapsody… Dance with me within the wind… Let me love You…

For a long time,’ Nico said, ‘I had a crush on you. I just wanted you to know.’ Percy looked at Nico. Then at Annabeth, as if to check that he’d heard correctly. Then back...

Every day my conscience makes confession relying on the hope of Your mercy as more to be trusted than its own innocence.

All art is a confession.

You can ignore me, Rachel, and you can try to treat me as a friend, but none of that will erase the fact that I think about kissing you every second I’m awake and dream...

I’m beginning to get the feeling that confession is what we need in order to forgive ourselves.

But the second she opened her eyes and looked at me, I knew. She was either going to be the death of me . . . or she was going to be the one who...

She didn’t understand, I hope to God she never understands what I do, what I am. To be dammed by the darkness that lives inside me.To be saved by her love.No more half-truths. No more...

We need repentance. You see, repentance is not only going to a priest and confessing. We must free ourselves from the obsession of thoughts. We fall many times during our life, and it is absolutely...

Dear Matthew-There’s one more thing I didn’t get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time. This...

If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment, the opportunity is his own — the road to immortal renown lies...

I think I fell in love with you that amazing night on the kitchen floor. Or maybe it was the evening you stepped up and set my arm.” Testing things, he reached for her hand,...

Remember what I used to tel you when you were a little girl? ‘A fool and her money soon part.’ Current-day translation? Stop pissing away your assets at Bloomingdale’s.

A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish.

please not condemn me to eternal suffering in the interminable fires of Perdition for my transgressions.

A man’s got to keep up appearances. I’ll be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are.

As your father keeps clean his lamp to have good light, so keep clean your spirit.

God judges men from the inside out; men judge men from the outside in. Perhaps to God, an extreme mental patient is doing quite well in going a month without murder, for he fought his...

Because I am a damned fool. Fuck! Ihave everything I want right in front of me, I love you so damned much I can’t think straight, and then it’s like…I don’tknow, like I’m so afraid...

I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.

She wasn’t my kind of woman and that’s why, that night she was. This wine is the Blood of Christ. Brings the truth out of a woman sooner than any confession box does. Makes you...

I went to the priest for confession, but he didn’t do it.

I love you, Louise Downe McCord. You drive me absolutely crazy sometimes, and this is one of those times, but I love you.

Telling the truth may cause a few seconds of pain, but there’s no medicine that can manage the pain of keeping lies.

The weapons of divine justice are blunted by the confession and sorrow of the offender.

I once heard that contractions are like this: a belt around your middle that is tightened agonizingly in ever elongating instances that arrange themselves in a pattern of pain.

Before I could reply, he had picked me up, literally swept me off my feet, and kissed me. And afterwards, when I tried to speak, he silenced me in much the same manner. It was...

In the Code of Canon Law, it states clearly: ‘A person who is conscious of grave sin is not to celebrate Mass or receive the body of the Lord without previous sacramental confession.’ I haven’t...

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

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.

He’s a child. Thirteen-year-olds are more susceptible to a false confession than a 40-year-old.

Cristianno Gabbana jamás pedía disculpas y, sin embargo, allí estaba, haciéndolo. En aquel momento parecía tan débil, tan perdido, que mis ojos le miraron con ternura. Me sentía una privilegiada porque me dejase ver aquella...

Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn’t matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.

We will never be cleansed until we confess we are dirty. And we will never be able to wash the feet of those who have hurt us until we allow Jesus, the one we have...

Wait for that wisest of all counselores, Time.

If there was anything I learned from John the Baptist, it was that the sooner you confess a mistake, the quicker you can get on to making new and better mistakes.

It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.