#confess

Never do anything that you can't admit doing, because if you are that ashamed of whatever it is, it's probably wrong. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#honesty #integrity #morality #truth #morals

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

It is easier to confess a defect than to claim a quality. ↗

— Max Beerbohm

#confess #defect #easier #quality #than

If I told you that I wanted to spend my days and nights with you, live with you, as my partner, because out there, in Hell, I realised that you mean the world to me? That you are my sanity, my laughter, my lust, my love, my comfort, my day and my night, my heat and cold and everything? If I told you that, would you think that translates to 'convenient'? ↗

— Marquesate & Vashtan

#love #love

As surely as I am the living God, everyone will kneel before me, and everyone will confess that I am God. ↗

— Jesus Christ

#before #confess #everyone #god #i

I must confess I knew very little about the trance scene, I'm more house and commercial dance but it was really interesting and different. ↗

— Sophie Ellis Bextor

#commercial #confess #dance #different #house

Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#lie #myth #neither #nor

My whole act is confession. ↗

— Shelley Berman

#confession #whole

I confess that for fifteen years my efforts in education, and my hopes of success in establishing a system of national education, have always been associated with the idea of coupling the education of this country with the religious communities which exist. ↗

— Richard Cobden

#associated #been #communities #confess #country

... 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