#confess

There are two other SLA members who have been granted immunity and then also, one of the SLA members had confessed to two other people, and those people, I'm sure, will be called as witnesses, as they were at the grand jury. ↗

— Patty Hearst

#been #called #confessed #grand #grand jury

I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me. ↗

— Samantha Young

#love #possessiveness #love

Hey, Ethan." "Yeah?" "Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?" "The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice." He grinned and shot the ball. "It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#ethan-wate #friendship #funny #sharing #twinkie

When I come to be united to thee with all my being, then there will be no more pain and toil for me, and my life shall be a real life, being wholly filled by thee. ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

#confessional #god #hope #life

To fall in love with God is the greatest romance; to seek him the greatest adventure; to find him, the greatest human achievement. ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

#confessions #love #romance #love

Pero si la elección que tengo que tomar, se reduce a elegir entre tú o yo, te escojo a ti. Siempre te he escogido. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#love #spanish #love

—And you completely blow me away and rip my world up and everything else, and then you go back to ignoring me.” “I blew you away?” I squeak out before I can stop myself. He stares at me steadily. “You blew everything away. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#love-story #romance #love

She didn't understand, I hope to God she never understands what I do, what I am. To be dammed by the darkness that lives inside me. To be saved by her love. No more half-truths. No more omissions. ↗

— Linnea Sinclair

#love #truth #love

It is a dreadful thing to wait and watch for the approach of death; to know that hope is gone, and recovery impossible; and to sit and count the dreary hours through long, long, nights - such nights as only watchers by the bed of sickness know. It chills the blood to hear the dearest secrets of the heart, the pent-up, hidden secrets of many years, poured forth by the unconscious helpless being before you; and to think how little the reserve, and cunning of a whole life will avail, when fever and delirium tear off the mask at last. Strange tales have been told in the wanderings of dying men; tales so full of guilt and crime, that those who stood by the sick person's couch have fled in horror and affright, lest they should be scared to madness by what they heard and saw; and many a wretch has died alone, raving of deeds, the very name of which, has driven the boldest man away. ("The Drunkard's Death") ↗

— Charles Dickens

#deathbed-confession #dying #dying-last-words #death

But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius. ↗

— Truman Capote

#alcoholism #confession #music