#confession

I'd stand in line for Confession with old people and little kids, and as the line moved up, I knew when I got into the box that I would lie! Again! ↗

— Mercedes McCambridge

#box #confession #got #i #into

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

People who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. ↗

— Chuck Klosterman

#dreams

God's Word teaches a very hard, disturbing truth. Those who neglect the poor and the oppressed are really not God's people at all—no matter how frequently they practice their religious rituals nor how orthodox are their creeds and confessions. ↗

— Ronald J. Sider

#confession #creeds #god-s-word #neglect #oppression

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

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

— Anatole France

#confessions #sins #writers #love

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