It is a curious fact that no man likes to call himself a glutton, and yet each of us has in him a trace of gluttony, potential or actual. I cannot believe that there exists a single coherent human being who will not confess, at least to himself, that once or twice he has stuffed himself to bursting point on anything from quail financiere to flapjacks, for no other reason than the beastlike satisfaction of his belly.
Well, upon my soul! You are not ashamed to stand there and confess yourself a disgusting drunkard.
The poem is at last between two persons instead of two pages. In all modesty, I confess that it may be the death of literature as we know it.
We confess to little faults only to persuade ourselves we have no great ones.
God is faithful and true. Confess your inability and His ability, and keep your eyes on Him.
I confess I didn't read the 'Green Arrow' comics before coming to play Shado. The comic books are not as easily accessible in Hong Kong as they are in the States. I do enjoy superhero fiction, though.
Whoever will be cured of ignorance, let him confess it.
I have to confess here that I am a useless cook.
We stand for organized terror - this should be frankly admitted. Terror is an absolute necessity during times of revolution. Our aim is to fight against the enemies of the Soviet Government and of the new order of life. We judge quickly. In most cases only a day passes between the apprehension of the criminal and his sentence. When confronted with evidence criminals in almost every case confess; and what argument can have greater weight than a criminal's own confession.
Affectation is a very good word when someone does not wish to confess to what he would none the less like to believe of himself.
There are some people who think that they should be always mourning, that they should put a continual constraint upon themselves, and feel a disgust for those amusements to which they are obliged to submit. For my own part, I confess that I know not how to conform myself to these rigid notions. I prefer something more simple, which I also think would be more pleasing to God.
The gospel frees us to confess our sins without fear of condemnation.
If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised. "
I confess my own leisure to be spent entirely in search of adventure, without regard to prudence, profit, self improvement, learning, or any other serious thing.
I must confess. Of all of the brotherhood, he was the one I loved first and he remains the one I love the most. For me, he is just the. . . one.
I confess myself the greatest coward in the world, for I dare not do an ill thing.
I confess it, I love the camera. When it's not on me, I'm not quite alive.
The reason that men are so slow to confess their vices is because they have not yet abandoned them.
I confess, I do have to remind myself almost daily that there are people on this earth capable of reading, writing, eating and dressing themselves who believe their lives are ruled from billions of miles away, by the stars - and, of course, the planets.
The most mortifying fact of my life is something that happened when I was fourteen and I have never admitted to anyone: not to friends nor therapists; not even in rehab when we were detailing our own personal spirals of shame did I confess. It is this: I am a graduate of the Barbizon School of Modeling.