Top 292 Admit Quotes

Whether animals admit it or not, they and I communicate.

Any doctor will admit that any drug can have side effects, and that writing a prescription involves weighing the potential benefits against the risks.

No parent is perfect; we all can look back and think of things we could’ve done to help our children be better prepared for adulthood. And sometimes it’s best to admit it to them and encourage them to learn from our mistakes.

Each of us has an inner dream that we can unfold if we will just have the courage to admit what it is. And the faith to trust our own admission. The admitting is often very difficult.

We’re all self-made, but only successful people admit it.

We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present, amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee, we get nervous about her, and admit censorship.

I’ll admit I wanted to be a pilot, originally.

It was hard to admit I had a problem when I still had money, property, prestige. How can I have a problem when I’m driving my new Mercedes, and it’s paid for, and I have a house at Malibu?

I definitely had a big head, and I’ll be the first to admit that I made some bad decisions. But back when I was making those decisions, in my head I was doing no wrong.

It wasn’t about the money. I just wanted them to admit it was their fault.

I am a romantic, I admit it.

Among adults, we can admit that of course, characters are creations. They aren’t real people.

Teaching is hard. It takes a lot of skill. Not everyone who tries can do it well. We need to admit that and act accordingly. We should reward and respect great teachers by paying them more, and we should stop rewarding seniority over effectiveness.

As much as I dislike Trump, I have to admit that his campaign took off because he seemed real and unscripted to a lot of voters. He wasn’t rehearsed, senatorial, or buttoned up. That resonated with people who are distrustful of today’s politicians.

I promised myself that I’d never actually admit to listening to ‘New Kids on the Block.’

I have, I admit, a low tolerance for detached chronicling and cool analysis.

If society will not admit of woman’s free development, then society must be remodeled.

In politics… never retreat, never retract… never admit a mistake.

I admit, I don’t look like the athlete of the day’s supposed to look. My belly’s just a little big, my heinie’s just a little big, but, brother, I am bad, and they know I’m bad.

I readily admit it is easy to make of horses what we will. Silent, in some ways reserved, they allow us to train them, and to project our ideas upon them; to ride and drive them, and to make them symbolic, perhaps to a greater degree than any other species.

There’s a deceptive sin that can keep us from walking in love: pride. It’s deceptive because when you have pride, you’re usually too proud to admit it. I know this because I used to have teachings on pride and they didn’t sell well.

No man should advocate a course in private that he’s ashamed to admit in public.

As much as I don’t want to admit it, my fans are the only ones that can hurt my feelings when they’re not pleased with what I’m presenting. I want it to be perfect for them. I want them to have a different sense of pride in my music.

My language and my sensibility are yearning to admit a kind of religious or transcendent dimension. But then there’s the reality: there’s no Heaven, no afterlife of the sort we were promised, and no personal God.

It’s funny – it’s called ‘The Voice,’ but I sure as hell didn’t have the best voice on the show. I’ll admit it.

Even I admit I may have peaked too soon.

You know, when you don’t go on TV and talk about how many women you sleep with, some people in Hollywood, that are supposedly ‘in the know,’ start whispering that you’re gay. If I were gay, I wouldn’t be ashamed to admit it, but I’m not.

I won’t admit to having a poster of Borg on my bedroom door. But I certainly found him to be someone who got me way more into tennis.

Everyone has at least one story, and each of us is funny if we admit it. You have to admit you’re the funniest person you’ve ever heard of.

We simply do not understand our place in the universe and have not the courage to admit it.

I think I know a thing or two about the way people love, but I don’t know anything about hatred, psychosis, cruelty. Or maybe I don’t have the guts to admit that I do.

I’m embarrassed to admit that I thought the world was ending my junior year of high school after a dye job reacted badly with my perm and left me with a sparse and burnt up hairline. Even though I went natural a few years later, my edges never seemed to recover.

I find myself bitter, defensive, and more misanthropic than I care to admit.

Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting.

I always tell people I’m running against two Democrats, one that admits it and one that does not.

I admit, I’m suspicious of any career planning that involves chasing the next ‘big thing,’ just because it’s so hard to predict what the next big thing is going to be a couple of years – or even six months – out.

I don’t like applause, I must admit. Ultimately, artists are shy creatures; they’re introverts.

There are two things no man will admit he cannot do well: drive and make love.

The ego is willing but the machine cannot go on. It’s the last thing a man will admit, that his mind ages.

Sex? Unfortunately, as you get older – and I shouldn’t admit this – there are other things that become more important in your daily life.

Even though I try not to overthink and dress the way I want to, I admit that there’s way too much pressure on female actors to look good. I’m well aware that I don’t have the perfect body type. I’m constantly struggling with myself to achieve the perfect body.

Racial bias does exist, and until we can all admit its existence and become introspective as to whether our own personal biases are impacting how we deal with others, there will be no change.

It’s one of the hardest things in the world to sustain a monogamous relationship for many years. People out there who have been with their partners for 30 years or more – I salute you. But it’s just as hard to admit something isn’t working and then try to manage a civilised separation as best as you can.

As a writer, I have to admit, there is something darkly compelling about Alzheimer’s because it attacks the two things most central to a writer’s craft – language and memory, which together make up an individual’s identity. Alzheimer’s makes a new character out of a familiar person.

I didn’t want to admit that I was falling into a cliche.

What I hate is that not many people admit to having a big ego, but you have to – and there’s nothing wrong with it.

I’m not a great deductive thinker, but I will admit to having competence in a very wide range of things – not being afraid to try to write about baseball, choral music and dinosaurs in the same week and see connections among them.

A lot of guys don’t want to admit that they have a propensity for generosity and for violence.

I freely admit that I am a bit of a misfit.

It’s in the best interest of the radical left types – best psychological and strategic interest – to refuse to admit to the possibility that reasonable people can object to their ideological staff. Because if reasonable people objected, that would imply that their ideological stance is not reasonable.

To me, Ennis stands for the conservative side of America. He’s the biggest homophobe in the whole movie – culturally and psychologically – but by the time he admits his feelings, it’s too late.

I must admit that I am not generous with weak people. It’s not in my nature or in my personality. My parents were not generous with weak people, see?

I don’t think enough people admit that there’s just something fun about being in front of people. And that’s not a self-centered, egotistical thing.

I got into writing to become a ‘Star Trek’ writer. I was a rabid fan. I had shelves and shelves and shelves of action figures in my bedroom that scared away more dates than I care to admit to.

Strong people make as many mistakes as weak people. Difference is that strong people admit their mistakes, laugh at them, learn from them. That is how they become strong.

To admit that you’re shooting for the stars – that you’re allowed to do that, that it’s not shameful – that to me is very vulnerable.

I hate to admit that. I want to win every race, but I know that’s not possible. To be in the top 25 is realistic if we have any luck this year. But anything to be in the chase or something like that is very unrealistic.

God ceases to be God only for those who can admit the possibility of His non-existence, and that conception is in itself the most severe punishment they can suffer.

We shall act with good intentions, but at times we will be wrong. When we are, let us admit it and try to right the situation.

I’m a little lavish I must admit. But I’m not really concerned with money. Being rich is not my goal, being wealthy is.