#confess

But say some, would you expose woman to the contact of rough, rude, drinking, swearing, fighting men at the ballot box? What a humiliating confession lies in this plea for keeping woman in the background! ↗

— Ernestine Rose

#ballot #ballot box #box #confession #contact

Confession, alas, is the new handshake. ↗

— Richard Rosen

#confession #handshake #new

If he have faith, the believer cannot be restrained. He betrays himself. He breaks out. He confesses and teaches this gospel to the people at the risk of life itself. ↗

— Martin Luther

#betrays #breaks #cannot #confesses #faith

Unanimously we will confess and pledge ourselves to stand behind the Fuehrer and his movement today and forever and thereby to be of service to the idea of eternal Germany. ↗

— Gustav Krupp

#confess #eternal #forever #fuehrer #germany

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing. ↗

— Helen Rowland

#confession #dangerous #dangerous thing #little #lovers

The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable, for the happy impute all their success to prudence or merit. ↗

— Jonathan Swift

#fortune #happy #merit #miserable #only

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

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

— Anatole France

#confessions #sins #writers #love

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

... 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 #talking #introvert