Confess Quotes Novels & Stories

’d continue to serve a God who killed my parents.” Roslyn grimaced and whimper upon hearing what David said. “I forbid ya to say that,” Roslyn said, standing to her feet. “A light has no function in the daytime, David; a beacon shines only when there is darkness. To discover the light that is within us, we must go through the darkness and when Christ said that he was the light of the world, he was not talking about an external light at the heart of the universe only.” David smiled fleetingly at Roslyn. “Ya still remember the book so well.” Roslyn slightly smiled and nodded her head in response. “I cannot forget Sr. Stanislaus spiritual reflections; ya used to be so in love with her books. I

"You're the one who's being suspicious. Why don't you just say what you want to say?" I couldn't help but think, Here goes nothing. "If any of you have a confession to make, now would be the perfect time. If we know what we're dealing with, we can resolve it. But I can't help you if I don't know the truth." "You think we did this?" Felix questioned, narrowing his eyes. "Is that it?"

“Hm?” My throat closed up and my stomach churned. I could feel sticky sweat beginning to gather at the back of my neck. I didn’t know which crime he was referring to, and I couldn’t afford to confess to one in hopes it would be right. For all I knew, this could be about Edwards eye. Fighting the tremor in my hands, I lifted my chin. “Like you said, obedience to ones parents is learned.” I clearly must’ve had a death wish, because the only thing that popped in my head was a quote from some popstar. “Everybody makes mistakes.”

But my voice shook as I spoke. “I’ll confess,” I muttered, the words tasting like poison in my mouth. The officer leaned forward, surprise flickering in his eyes. “What did you say?” My chest heaved. “I’ll confess. I… I can’t fight this anymore. The walls are closing in, and no one cares whether I live or die. He promised he wouldn’t leave me, but he did. So what’s the point? I’ll take the blame, if that’s what you all want.”

My confession. “Did you write this?” Harwin asked. “I did,” I said, voice hoarse, but I held my chin up. “Yes. I wrote it.” “Then you confess to the killing?” “I confessed to the memory of what might have happened! I confessed to the guilt! I never said how. I never even understood how it happened—if it even did!” “So you confess without clarity?” Morten pressed. “You admit to hiding dangerous knowledge from your Alpha and this council?”

Maeve pov I could feel every single person in that meeting room immediately tense up when I said that I had finally decided to confess to my crimes; they had already pegged me as a criminal; it was so painfully obvious now. "Alright then I'm going to confess,"I said with my voice and puffing out my chest even if I was going to be dragged down and was not going to do their job for them and show them how tired I was how beaten-down I really was inside

I sip from the dark grey mug that said ‘I want my coffee black like my soul’ on it. “Oh, you are definitely a forbidden topic.” He chuckles to himself. “Congratulations by the way. I heard you are engaged.” “Thanks.” He’s grinning to himself now and there is a dimple on both cheeks. Poor beautiful idiot fell in love with a she-devil. I hope the sex is good at least.

beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

"This is part of your penance. To shed the layers, to reveal the truth of your desires, to be utterly vulnerable before God… and before me, His instrument. Do you truly wish for absolution, Sister Agnes? Do you truly wish to be cleansed of these 'filthy thoughts' you confessed?" His words were a silken trap, tightening around her. He was right. She had confessed. She had yearned. And now, the path to release, however terrifying, was being laid bare. Her fingers, trembling, went to the small, pearl buttons at her throat. Each one felt like a monumental effort, a betrayal of everything she had ever known. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the booth.

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.