#confess

Every conceivable cruel method of blackmail was used against me to obtain by force and at all costs confessions and statements both about comrades who had been arrested, and about political activities. ↗

— Ernst Thalmann

#activities #against #arrested #been #both

You know, I've got a confession to make myself. I'm not really a priest, I've just got my shirt on backwards. ↗

— Ryan Stiles

#confession #got #i #just #know

For my part, I confess I seldom listen to the players: one has so much to do, in looking about and finding out one's acquaintance, that, really, one has no time to mind the stage. One merely comes to meet one's friends, and show that one's alive. ↗

— Fanny Burney

#acquaintance #alive #comes #confess #finding

The church is not a theological classroom. It is a conversion, confession, repentance, reconciliation, forgiveness and sanctification center, where flawed people place their faith in Christ, gather to know and love him better, and learn to love others as he designed. ↗

— Paul David Tripp

#church #confession #conversion #forgiveness #paul-david-tripp

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 be quiet and think. ↗

— Ellis Peters

#beer #confession #courage #drinking #quietness

A man does not have to feel less than human to realize his sin; oppositely, he has to realize that he gets no special vindication for his sin. ↗

— Criss Jami

#confronting-problems #degrading #demeaning #equal #equality

He’s never going to confess, BB. Why don’t we just shoot him and go home? I’ve got an important appointment coming up.” Ingrid aka ‘Alis K’ The Informer by Steen Langstrup ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#scandinavian-mysteries #ww #home

And I didn't choose it, Kat. I chose you. ↗

— Ally Carter

#happiness #love #love

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, and, to his joy, she glared, but she let him take it. "Or maybe the night I knew I loved you was when I kissed you under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. It's hard to say because I look at you now and it seems to me there's never been a time when I didn't love you. ↗

— Maggie Osborne

#kiss #longing #love #romance #time

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 its shell: there would be a risk of spreading out too far, turning into a formless puddle. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#introverts #introvert