What nobility of feeling! To sacrifice your own pleasure to preserve the comfort of others! It is a thing, I confess, that would never occur to me.
What nobility of feeling! To sacrifice your own pleasure to preserve the comfort of others! It is a thing, I confess, that would never occur to me.
Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.
It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.
The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become
They were students of the expressions of young women as they went in to confession, and they saw them as they came out and read the nature of the sin.
When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will.
Jesus Creeping God! Is there a priest in this tavern? I want to confess! I'm a fucking sinner! Venal, mortal, carnal, major, minor - however you want to call it, Lord... I'm guilty.
She always had a headache, or it was too hot, always, or she pretended to be asleep, or she had her period again, her period, always her period. So much so that Dr. Urbino had dared to say in class, only for the relief of unburdening himself without confession, that after ten years of marriage women had their periods as often as threes times a week.
Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.
This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war.
That's what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye'd otherwise have to confess. Jamie Fraser
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
went publicly and conveyed this material to the lawyers. At this point the seal of confession is not in play.
To suppose that the eye with all its inimitable contrivances for adjusting the focus to different distances, for admitting different amounts of light, and for the correction of spherical and chromatic aberration, could have been formed by natural selection, seems, I confess, absurd in the highest degree.
Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.
Forgiveness is always free. But that doesn't mean that confession is always easy. Sometimes it is hard. Incredibly hard. It is painful to admit our sins and entrust ourselves to God's care.
A strange thing happened then. The Speaker agreed with her that she had made a mistake that night, and she knew when he said the words that it was true, that his judgement was correct. And yet she felt strangely healed, as if simply speaking her mistake were enough to purge some of the pain of it. For the first time, then, she caught a glimpse of what the power of speaking might be. It wasn't a matter of confession, penance, and absolution, like the priests offered. It was something else entirely. Telling the story of who she was, and then realizing that she was no longer the same person. That she had made a mistake, and the mistake had changed her, and now she would not make the mistake again because she had become someone else, someone less afraid, someone more compassionate.
No matter how much we learn, there is always more knowledge to be gained. In this connection I am reminded of a short poem that has been in my mind over the years. It reads as follow I used to think I knew I knew. But now I must confess. The more I know I know I know I know I know the less.
I have hardly detained the reader long enough on the subject, to give him a just impression of the stress laid on confession. It is one of the great points to which our attention was constantly directed.
Next, confession - the dreary part.
It was a beautiful experience for her, the experience that she had that she confesses. It wasn't dirty and it wasn't horrible and wasn't shattering. It was a wonderful, liberating experience.
I've had to hold back certain things for legal reasons, or just out of common decency, but I think autobiography has got to be selected confessions, hasn't it I could have said jolly things about some of the dreadful people I've spent my life with, but it would have been a cheat.
One of our great allies at present is the Church itself. Do not misunderstand me. I do not mean the Church as we see her spread out through all time and space and rooted in eternity, terrible as an army with banners. That, I confess, is a spectacle which makes our boldest tempters uneasy. But fortunately it is quite invisible to these humans.
But all they want to do; Is tie the poem to a chair with rope; And torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose; To find out what it really means.
. . . he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess.
The more sins you confess, the more books you will sell.
Acting is a form of confession.
I recently met with an investigative judge responsible for interrogating (Saddam) and he brought me some good news. He said he'd been able to get him to make and sign important confessions,
Research teaches a man to admit he is wrong and to be proud of the fact that he does so, rather than try with all his energy to defend an unsound plan because he is afraid that admission of error is a confession of weakness when rather it is a sign of strength.
Confession of our faults is the next thing to innocency
Gentlemen, I have a confession to make. Half of what we have taught you is in error, and furthermore we cannot tell you which half it is.
They have stated that what they call 'resistance' has protected the ballot boxes in their areas. This is a confession that rigging has happened.
Use of a mentally ill person's involuntary confession is antithetical to the notion of fundamental fairness embodied in the due process clause.
Few books are more thrilling than certain confessions, but they must be honest, and the author must have something to confess.
Confess yourself to heaven Repent what's past avoid what is to come
In this environment, you get what the government calls a confession.
Mankind needs the American type of leadership. Let it be not discredited by those who are out of sympathy with it, who don't understand it or are incompetent to administer it. In America, the demand for power to compel is a confession of incompetence to lead.
There is no requirement that police stop a person who enters a police station and states that he wishes to confess a crime or a person who calls the police to offer a confession because volunteered statements of any kind are not barred by the 5th Amendment.
There is nothing, first of all, nothing more sacred then the seal of confession, ... I did not consider this to fall under that precise seal of confession because he had not come to me explicitly seeking absolution, but to find a solution on how he could help his friends.
Overcoming a confession in the best of circumstances is a difficult hurdle.
You'll not confess, you'll not confess.
Three conditions are necessary for Penance: contrition, which is sorrow for sin, together with a purpose of amendment; confession of sins without any omission; and satisfaction by means of good works.
The sinner will not confess, nor will the priest receive his confession, if the veil of secrecy is removed.
Faith never makes a confession.
Secrecy sets barriers between men, but at the same time offers the seductive temptation to break through the barriers by gossip or confession.
Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
Because interrogations are intended to coerce confessions, interrogators feel themselves justified in using their coercive means. Consistency regarding the technique is not important; inducing anxiety and fear is the point.
Modesty is the lowest of the virtues, and is a confession of the deficiency it indicates. He who undervalues himself is justly overvalued by others.
Short of a confession, short of someone coming forward and acknowledging that they committed the offence, I think it's hard to imagine that.
The Journal is not essentially a confession, a story about oneself. It is a Memorial. What does the writer have to remember Himself, who he is when he is not writing, when he is living his daily life, when he is alive and real, and not dying . . .
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