I own the soft impeachment.
I don't know, maybe it's because I was raised Catholic. Confession has always held a great appeal for me.
Faith never makes a confession.
My name is Kirby Rose, and I'm adopted. I don't mean to make it sound like an AA confession, although sometimes that's how people take it, like it's something they should be supportive about. I just mean that they are two basic facts about me.
A poem is a private story, after all, no matter how apparently public. The reader is always overhearing a confession.
The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet
confession ran in the family.
So much of my life has been about self-effacement, pretense, masquerading, concealment, and indirection.
Now there is any amount of this nonsense cropping up among American cranks. Anybody may propose to establish coercive Eugenics; or enforce psychoanalysis that is, enforce confession without absolution.
The great modern novel of the comic-pathetic illusion of freedom is Confessions of Zeno.
It is a matter of fact; I approached without a preconceived idea, too ready to declare, if the experiment had imposed upon me the confession, that there was a spontaneous generation, of which I am convinced today that those who assure it are blindfolded.
There is -- in world affairs -- a steady course to be followed between an assertion of strength that is truculent and a confession of helplessness that is cowardly.
The great danger is that in the confession of any collective sin, one shall confess the sins of others and forget our own.
The word fate. . . is the refuge of every self-confessed failure.
A true inner world is often revealed by style and sensibility as much as by what appears to be confession.
God freely forgives us on account of Christnot on account of our works, contrition, confession, or satisfactions.
Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.
I have no interest in writing confessions, in deliberately baring myself to my readers. I prefer to remain behind a screen.
Acting is a form of confession.
I wrote in Les Mots that "I have often thought against myself. " That sentence has not been understood either. Critics have seen in it a confession of masochism. But that is how one should think: revolting against everything "inculcated'' that one may have within oneself.