#confess

Then he just blurted it out, with no preparation. 'The truth of it is that whether your mother arranged our marriage, or whether it was all an illusion, I must be horribly obtuse, because I can't talk myself out of being in love with you. ↗

— Eloisa James

#marriage

His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#improvement

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

Everyone confesses that exertion which brings out all the powers of body and mind is the best thing for us; but most people do all they can to get rid of it, and as a general rule nobody does much more than circumstances drive them to do. ↗

— Harriet Beecher Stowe

#body #brings #circumstances #confesses #does

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

Quello ch'io avrei voluto era morire in mezzo a estranei, sotto un cielo sgombro di nuvole. E nondimeno il mio desiderio differiva dai sentimenti dell'antico greco che ambiva morire nel Sole brillante. Quello ch'io avrei voluto era un suicidio natural, spontaneo; una morte simile a quella del volpacchiotto, non ancora ben pratico di astuzie, che va errando sbadatamente su un viottolo montano ed è colpito dal cacciatore a causa della sua stupidità. ↗

— Yukio Mishima

#nature

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession. ↗

— Albert Camus

#confess #confession #conscience #guilty #guilty conscience

I will confess I did none of my own singing. I did all my own costume and makeup, though. ↗

— Gary Cole

#costume #did #i #makeup #my own