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...

Self-destruction is inevitable because existence is a full-time job.

I thought I understood what was best. I knew too little and believed too soon.

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

All writers of confessions from Augustine on down, have always remained a little in love with their sins.

We deny more than we confess. We hide more than we reveal. We assume because it makes us feel exposed if we have to ask. It’s easier to say “I feel nothing” than to admit...

Not only do skeptics such as Lanning choose to ignore eyewitness/victim accounts of ritual criminal activity, they apparently also choose to overlook the significant number of cases of ritual abuse in which perpetrators have confessed...

I’m just one more embarrassing confession away from taking over the world.” –Spencer Nye

far more cases (of ritual abuse) end in acquittal” than in conviction.In fact, 58% of the ritual abuse cases in the Finkeihor (1988) study that went to trial resulted in convictions. In the Kelly (1992b)...

Confess your sins, pray towards the Heavens and be set free from all bondages.

Although I was able to maintain a pleasant expression, I was mentally throwing up in her face.

He’s a steamroller in my life and I like to be laid out flat. I like his hands on my chest, pushing me down whenever my back turns to the span of a bridge. His...

To fall in love with God is the greatest romance; to seek him the greatest adventure; to find him, the greatest human achievement.

Yes, I’ve killed! I’ve killed as indiscriminately as God! And yes, I will kill again. I must.

You’re the most annoying girl on the planet. You make me want to throw myself off a bridge. And, unfortunately, I am one hundred percent, head-over-heels, crazy in love with you.

Life is a misery, death an uncertainty. Suppose it steals suddenly upon me, in what state shall I leave this world? When can I learn what I have here neglected to learn? Or is it...

… all this talking, this rather liquid confessing, was something I didn’t think I could ever bring myself to do. It seemed foolhardy to me, like an uncooked egg deciding to to come out of...

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

Real artist cannot be blackmailed. I suspect they’ve been confessing shit all their life.

Finally a woman confesses! Confess what? What women never allowed themselves to confess. What men always criticized on them: they only obey the blood and everything is sex on them, even the spirit.

It was better with the subs than it was with the gold diggers or the hookers. These were real people, with real lives, real jobs, real hearts. It meant something when they submitted to my...

Or perhaps, to confess that you yourself are worried and frightened? You need your friends, Harry. As you so rightly said, Sirius would not have wanted you to shut yourself away.

It’s not the right word, Eva,” he pressed on stubbornly, his lips at my ear. “That’s why I haven’t said it. It’s not the right word for you and what I feel for you.””Shut up....

Words are confessions of your actions. Choose them wisely.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

Who knew there were still people like that in this world, though? Everybody wants to talk about themselves, and everybody wants to hear everybody else’s story, so we take turns playing reporter and celebrity. ‘It...

Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.

You have what I can afford to give. You are a panhandler, begging for anything, and I am the man walking briskly by, tossing a quarter or so into your paper cup. I can afford...