Confessions Quotes

“But my sin was this, that I looked for pleasure, beauty, and truth not in Him but in myself and His other creatures, and the search led me instead to pain, confusion, and error.”
― Aurelius Augustinus, Confessions

“Confession: I miss you."

"Ian ..."

"Confession: you're my best friend."

"Please stop."

"Confession: if you gave me the chance, I'd love you until forever."

I swallowed hard as I watched him walk toward me. I was standing right in the middle of pig manure, doing the most disgusting job, looking as if I hadn't slept in days, and Ian Parker was telling me how he wanted to love me forever.

He continued on. "Confession: you are my sun, my moon, and my stars. Confession: whatever's hurting you, we can fix together. Confession: I'm never going to give up on this."

I didn't know how it happened. I didn't know how my hands found his or how our bodies became pressed together. I didn't know how his forehead fell to mine of how my heartbeats increased erratically.

I didn't know how his lips fell so close to mine or how his exhalations became my inhalations.

But there we were, seconds away from our lips locking together, and me falling into a drunkenness that I'd never be able to recover from. If I started kissing Ian, I knew I'd never be able to stop.

He was it for me.

He was the hook, the bridge, and the melody.”
― Brittainy C. Cherry, The Wreckage of Us

“Late have I loved you, O beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you!”
― St. Augustine of Hippo

“I didn't mean to hurt you.' He grabs my hand, possibly to keep me from hitting him again. Our fingers lace together. 'No, it's not that, not exactly. I didn't think I could hurt you. And I never thought you would be afraid of me.'

'And did you like it?' I ask.

He looks away from me then, and I have my answer. Maybe he doesn't want to admit to that impulse, but he has it.

'Well, I was hurt, and yes, you scare me.' Even as I am speaking, I wish I could snatch back the words. Perhaps it is exhaustion or having been so close to death, but the truth pours out of me in a devastating rush. 'You've always scared me. You gave me every reason to fear your capriciousness and your cruelty. I was afraid of you even when you were tied to that chair in the Court of Shadows. I was afraid of you when I had a knife to your throat. And I am scared of you now.'

Cardan looks more surprised than he did when I slapped him.

He was always a symbol of everything about Elfhame that I couldn't have, everything that would never want me. And telling him this feels a little like throwing off a heavy weight, except that weight is supposed to be my armour, and without it, I am afraid I am going to be entirely exposed. But I keep talking anyway, as though I no longer have control over my tongue. 'You despised me. When you said you wanted me, it felt like the world had turned upside down.

'But sending me into exile, that made sense.' I meet his gaze. 'That was an entirely right-side-up Cardan move. And I hated myself for not seeing it coming. And I hate myself for not seeing what you're going to do to me next.'

He closes his eyes. When he opens them, he releases my hand and turns so I can't see his face. 'I can see why you thought what you did. I suppose I am not an easy person to trust. And maybe I ought not to be trusted, but let me say this: I trust you.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Cardan turns back to me, gazing down at me as he did in my imaginings. 'When you forced me into working for the Court of Shadows, I never thought of the things I could do- frightening people, charming people- as talents, no less ones that might be valuable. But you did. You showed me how to use them to be useful. I never minded being a minor villain, but it's possible I might have grown into something else, a High King as monstrous as Dain. And if I did- if I fulfilled the prophecy- I ought to be stopped. And I believe that you would stop me.'

'Stop you?' I echo. 'Sure. If you're a huge jerk and a threat to Elfhame, I'll pop your head right off.'

'Good.' His expression is wistful. 'That's one reason I didn't want to believe you'd joined up with Madoc. The other is that I want you here by my side, as my queen.'

It's a strange speech, and there's little of love in it, but it doesn't seem like a trick, either. And if it stings a little that he admires me primarily for my ruthlessness, well, I suppose there should be some comfort that he admires me at all. He wants me with him, and maybe he wants me in other ways, too. Desiring more than that from him is just greed.

He gives me a half smile. 'But now that you're High Queen and back in charge, I won't be doing anything of consequence anyway. If I destroy the crown and ruin the throne, it will only be through neglect.'

That startles a laugh out of me. 'So that's your excuse for not doing any of the work? You must be draped in decadence at all times because if you aren't kept busy, you might fulfil some half-baked prophecy?'

'Exactly.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“The way you held me.
It’s what held me together.”
― Bernardo Moya, A Man Evolving: Confessions about monogamy, passion and broken hearts.

“Римские авгуры имели более тонкий и гибкий ум, чем современные литераторы: чтоб обманывать других, им не нужно было обманывать себя.”
― Лев Шестов, All Things are Possible

“Nous avons, il est vrai, nations corrompues,
Aux peuples anciens des beautés incomnues..”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du mal

“If no one is perfect in this world, then it would be foolish of you to confess your sins to anyone. Unless you feel they must be perfect in the first place!”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo

“Is it love?

I don't know what should I call it - Love, attraction or something else?

Suddenly, you start feeling about someone but you also don't know what that feeling is. (I know sounds awkward.)

Suddenly, You start thinking about someone all day and night than on another second you pretend yourself you don't take care anymore or you would not think any more about them.

Suddenly, you see your all future in front of your eyes with that someone special then, on the other hand, you make sure or warn yourself that It would not happen with you. Your future can't be with them.

Suddenly, you want to open your heart in front of them or confess your feelings but on the other hand, you see - you are losing them.

Suddenly, you accept the reality it's better to be Strangers. Forever!”
― Manisha Jain

“Your pupils are dilated."
"It's a design flaw. It happens when sexy men get too close."
A smile tugged at his lips. "You think I'm sexy?"
"You are when you talk in that soft, deep voice and sit so close I can feel the heat of your body, and wear that craze-inducing cologne, and cradle my face like I'm a delicate flower." She licked her lips and his gaze fell to her soft, lush mouth. It was an invitation he couldn't ignore.
"You forgot the part where I tried to kill you by crashing into a deer at high speed," he offered, just in case he was misreading the signs.
"I'm trying not to remember it because you busted out some pretty slick moves to keep us from going over the cliff. Nothing sexier than a man who can stay calm in a crisis and save a girl so she can live to get fired another day. You, Sam Mehta, are a hero."
She thought he was worthy. It was a balm to his soul.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“I thought it helped you move on.

I lied. You broke my fucking heart.”
― K. C. Carmine, Whispers in the Woods

“It's an easy thing to confess one's faults. But what dusk is deep enough to hide one's virtues?”
― Virginia Woolf, The Complete Shorter Fiction of Virginia Woolf

“It must here be explained that my innate diffidence forbade me to aspire to the Grade of Magus in any full sense. Such beings appear only in every two thousand years or so.”
― Aleister Crowley, The Vision and the Voice: With Commentary and Other Papers

“When I pulled you on top of me and, you know, gazed dreamily into your eyes and said I liked you, I did not mean as friends. Obviously.”
― Talia Hibbert, Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute

“Loving you is like breathing. It’s impossible for me to stop.”
― Bernardo Moya, A Man Evolving: Confessions about monogamy, passion and broken hearts.

“Sometimes rambling could almost make things better, ease my quickening heartbeat with its own flurry of madness, brush aside the tendrils of the night in an assemblage of scattered words.

Even if they were the wrong words.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Peter

“Emotions are rivers in his eyes, living life of the best kind that I can see. I know I want to see me in those wide magical waters. Everything that delights, emboldens and fazes, everything that kindles in him resonates with me.”
― Pooja Beera, A VASE OF US

“Through these deliberately unconnected impressions I am the indifferent narrator of my autobiography without events, of my history without a life. These are my Confessions and if I say nothing in them it’s because I have nothing to say.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“For the same reason I can’t cast a spell to make your eyes green. You can’t create what already is. I was in love with you before that.”
― Savannah Kade, WishCraft

“Ведь слова обращаются медленнее, чем монеты”
― Сигизмунд Кржижановский, Воспоминания о будущем. Избранное из неизданного

“The one sincere confession is the one we make indirectly - when we talk about other people.”
― Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

“Passionate people always protest in airy voices about the significance of having meaningful conversations. “We shall speak to each other with profundity! No time for small talk! I want deeper!” But to be fair, what could possibly come out of thirty seconds in a café? It would be quite uncomfortable if two people were to race and pour their deepest sorrows on the other. Though perhaps the depth is in the trust. In peculiar sharing. That to have satisfaction in a conversation doesn’t
mean spilling your problems on the floor, or violently expressing how wiggly the tables are, but instead asking you to admit that the table reminds you of the long wooden bar you had at home with silver lining, back in Wyoming.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

“We think they’re better than us, the white-haired folks we call grandma and grandpa. But being old doesn’t mean you’ve adjusted to the loneliness. They are saddened, desiring, passionate folks who want adventure.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

“Memories remains about you always within my heart.”
― Deliszcia Evorra

“She had learned the greatest trick of the interrogator. Remain silent, and they confessed everything just to fill the chasm of silence.”
― Luis Alberto Urrea, The House of Broken Angels

“Often, and I knew because I heard about it in sessions, people who revealed hurtful secrets were only trying to release their own pain by handing it off to someone else. Like a hot potato. Here, quick, take this searing knowledge so I don't have to hold it alone. This course of action is selfish and does no good, just scalds more people. I was not about to burden anyone else with my demons. Especially Ellie.”
― Sascha Rothchild

“She started to day dream about the previous night and even though she lived in a swanky rich place, she really wished she paid her own bills, and lived her own life!”
― Sarah D

“When Saint Augustine was formulating his doctrine of Original Sin, all he had to do was look at people as they are originally. Originally, they’re children. Saint Augustine may have had a previous job – unmentioned in his Confessions – as a preschool day-care provider. But it’s wrong to use infantile as a pejorative. It’s the other way around. What children display is adultishness. Children are, for example, perfectly adultish in their self-absorption. Tiny tots look so wise, staring at their stuffed animals. You wonder what they’re thinking. Then they learn to talk. What they’re thinking is, My Beanie Baby!”
― P.J. O'Rourke

“Your beauty
is impossible to define.
Maybe divine?”
― Bernardo Moya, A Man Evolving: Confessions about monogamy, passion and broken hearts.