I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.
Happiness, Fear, Memory
The moment of confession is not merely when one hears another pronounce the words: God forgives you, or 'in God's name I absolve you.' Rather it is that point at which the sinner unfeignedly experiences himself as truly judged and pardoned by God.
Sin, Christianity
Once I am alive, I still have the chance to live rightly for the rest of my life.
Life Lessons, Chances, Life And Living
To confess your sins to God is not to tell God anything God doesn't already know. Until you confess them, however, they are the abyss between you. When you confess them, they become the Golden Gate Bridge.
Sin, God, Christianity
Lucien?”“Yes, Alice?”Her heart was pounding, but she willed herself to muster the courage to reach out to him - unpredictable, dangerous as he was. “I think it’s real.
Love, Romantic, Heart
...you merely look at me and I want to confess, but don't - I've buried my heart under the floor boards, but you always dig it up...
Heart
I don't judge or believe in any religion, I'm just learning from their divine esoteric stories.
Indifference, Trust, Faith
If you can confess before a friend, you don't need a priest.
Inspirational, Friend, Friendship
I once heard that contractions are like this: a belt around your middle that is tightened agonizingly in ever elongating instances that arrange themselves in a pattern of pain.
Pain
Telling the truth may cause a few seconds of pain, but there's no medicine that can manage the pain of keeping lies.
Truth, Pain, Lies
I often talk about unconditional love towards others. But the truth is I have always looked for favorable conditions when it comes to self-love and happiness. Now that is what you call a true confession!
Humor, Inspiration, Unconditional Love
Confession is good for the soul, they say. I'd imagine this is true. But my sins were too convoluted. And from the little I understand-too damning.
Soul, Deep, Image
Remember what I used to tel you when you were a little girl? ‘A fool and her money soon part.’ Current-day translation? Stop pissing away your assets at Bloomingdale’s.
Shopaholic, Money
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.
Courage, Solitude, Thought