Top 111 Confess Quotes

True, the apostles did not expressly say that people will be saved only if they repent, believe, and confess. But most evangelicals assume – with good reason – that this is what the apostles implied.

I had to go vegan. First vegetarian, then I had to go vegan. And I do miss the cheese, I have to – I must confess.

Fidel Castro’s most scandalous show trial was not mounted against a political figure but against a writer: Heberto Padilla. In 1971, after 38 days of detention, Mr. Padilla was forced to ‘confess’ at the Cuban writers’ union to the charges of ‘subversive activities.’

I must confess I knew very little about the trance scene, I’m more house and commercial dance but it was really interesting and different.

I have to confess that I’ve never been a great fan of Christmas or, as it’s known in our house, The Monster That Ate the Last Third of the Year. It’s mostly the rampant consumerism I object to, but I’m also a little wary of the annual crop of new Christmas stories and sometimes wonder why anyone bothers.

Confess your sins to the Lord and you will be forgiven; confess them to man and you will be laughed at.

I confess that, like public figures from bygone days or an entertainer that hadn’t been heard from in eons, I didn’t know AIM, as we all called it, still existed at all.

I would probably confess that I was the greatest disappointment of my mother’s life, but my father only admired his son’s moxie, drive, hustle, and wherewithal to pursue his dreams no matter how I achieve them.

I confess to being a frustrated musician.

I confess that Roy was a little bit dictatorial in his editing and he ruined quite a number of my pictures, which he stopped doing later. He used to punch a hole through a negative. Some of them were incredibly valuable. He didn’t understand at the time.

I must confess that over my career, I’ve actually downplayed the importance of DJs. It’s such a different art form. Then all of a sudden you try it, and you think, ‘Good God, these guys do work.’ I used to be very cynical and very blase about it. I can only apologize.

I must confess that although I am quite passionate about the books I create for children, I am not the best oral storyteller. In fact, I stink at it.

I really don’t feel that any of the pieces I wrote were confessions; there are no revelations about secrets in my life, and actually I have nothing to confess and I certainly do not ask for redemption and there is no reward for confessing that I expect.

I am protective of my own personal life, but I must confess that I enjoy watching people that don’t mind telling it all.

The more sins you confess, the more books you will sell.

As this is the first time I have had the floor, it may be well for me now to confess, that I am in the habit of freely imputing errors to my fellow-men.

Every spirit that does not confess Jesus is not from God.

If you have never been tortured, or locked up and verbally threatened, you may find it hard to believe that anyone would confess to something he had not done. Intuition holds that the innocent do not make false confessions.

I will confess that almost all my inspiration has come from one emotion: fear. And terrible dread of the moment when I will finally be exposed as a fraud.

I must confess, I’m not the best cook. I make a mean salsa, as I like hot sauce and, you know, tacos, because I’m a California kid, and that’s about it.

I confess to loving a good murder mystery – anything by Scott Turow or John Grisham. Maybe it’s a holdover from my days as a criminal prosecutor in Seattle.

One of the things about genetics that has become clearer as we’ve done genomes – as we’ve worked our way through the evolutionary tree, including humans – is that we’re probably much more genetic animals than we want to confess we are.

You know, God will give favor to anyone who will believe Him. Every day you should confess that you have favor everywhere you go. God will begin to open doors that you wouldn’t believe.

There are two types of people in this world: people who can be on time and Nigerians. I am in the latter group, and I confess to my inability to arrive anywhere punctually.

To arrive at a contradiction is to confess an error in one’s thinking; to maintain a contradiction is to abdicate one’s mind and to evict oneself from the realm of reality.

Oh, happy day when the enemies of ascendancy have got to confess that people of color rock.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

There is no requirement that police stop a person who enters a police station and states that he wishes to confess a crime or a person who calls the police to offer a confession because volunteered statements of any kind are not barred by the 5th Amendment.

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.

The gospel frees us to confess our sins without fear of condemnation.

I confess I do a lot of the wrong things: I smoke, and I drink wine, and people might be horrified at my eating habits – I eat when I’m hungry, and if I’m not, I don’t.

I confess I sometimes sneak a peek at ‘The Big Bang Theory.’ I chuckle at their antics. But I cringe when they portray physicists as clueless nerds who are doormats when it comes to picking up women.

Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth, or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humor?

It’s a little bit like my inability to read a guide book before I go anywhere. I can read it after I’ve been there and by the same logic I refuse to accept any technical stunts from anybody. I refused to learn more than I knew and I confess I missed a great deal.

I am amused by cricket because it seems to take longer than baseball and I like that. It seems like a sport I could have made up it – it takes several days to play and everyone wears sweaters. I can’t confess to knowing what’s going on at all.

Without feeling abashed by my ignorance, I confess that I am absolutely unable to say. In the absence of an appearance of learning, my answer has at least one merit, that of perfect sincerity.

I’ve got to confess… I do feel slightly like I’ve been born in the wrong time.

That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel?

Unanimously we will confess and pledge ourselves to stand behind the Fuehrer and his movement today and forever and thereby to be of service to the idea of eternal Germany.

I claim to be a simple individual liable to err like any other fellow mortal. I own, however, that I have humility enough in me to confess my errors and to retrace my steps.

All thing I thought I knew; but now confess, the more I know I know, I know the less.

I was 18 when I first visited London, I’m very provincial like that, but I must confess the moment I got to America I thought: This is the place. It was more open, with 24-hour cities and pubs and restaurants that didn’t close.

I’m Catholic, I’m conditioned to confess.

I’m a law-and-order guy. I mean, I confess I’m a social conservative, but it does not affect my views on cases.

On ‘Masterchef’ I’m always a big fan of the puddings. But I have to confess, as a child I absolutely loved butterscotch angel delight. My mum used to make it in huge bowls. She’s one of the worst cooks ever, bless her. The best thing she did was a chilli con carne, and that was still terrible.

Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.

I have the problems of, I must confess, old age.

I must confess that I was not always the perfect boyfriend.

I must confess I am a major foodie and you can’t beat Calcutta when it comes to food.

I loved politics and, I confess, I enjoyed politicians immensely.

I’ll confess right here that I secretly wish I’d have drawn a strip about a little boy with a fake tiger, going for adventures throughout the universe in spaceships of his imagination.

I am not ashamed to confess that I am ignorant of what I do not know.

When I was younger I had my problems, and one of the hardest things I had to come to terms with was that I had to believe in something that contradicted what I was doing. I had to genuflect… I had to confess what I thought were sins, but not really sins, but what some people thought were sins.

I confess I’ve never felt like a passenger.

I confess that I am a messy, disorganized and impatient reader: if the book doesn’t grab me in the first 40 pages, I abandon it. I have piles of half-read books waiting for me to get acute hepatitis or some other serious condition that would force me to rest so that I could read more.

It’s a merger of home life and work life. They aren’t that separate, I must confess, and my daughters know an awful lot about childcare reform now because of it.

I confess that when I hear Boris Johnson’s slogan let’s get Brexit done it sends a chill. Because it’s let’s get Brexit done so we can focus on the important domestic issues.