confession [Theme]

For him, everyone was the same, whether they blamed God or themselves, exaggerated or minimized their sins and sufferings, whether they confessed to murder or only to debauchery, whether they complained about an unfaithful lover or about not saving their soul. Everything that was believed to him seemed not to be thrown to the wind, but transformed, relieved and resolved thanks to the fact that it was said and heard.

Actually, I was in the next room reading Rousseau's Confessions and I thought I'd ask if you'd like some yogurt?

What about the look? A look can make you speechless.

He thought about confession. The Church's machine slowly turned, turning all the little sins and sins into one endless, heavenly symphony of evil - an evil that the church finally began to associate with social conditions. But in the confessional, invisibly, like the smell of velvet, there was another evil - thoughtless, senseless, which he could not forgive.

If you do not tell everything to the priest, then you will not be washed in the blood of Christ and you will end up in a place where they are burning in fire.

Forgive me, holy father, for I have sinned. I betrayed a man, a good man, a good man, a thief...

Knowledge is a heavy burden, Raynaud. No less heavy than the burden of guilt. You already know this well, because you accept other people's confessions and forgive other people's sins.

Well, here again is the old love story that transforms everyone. Which atones for any sins. How many times have I heard this story from both hopeful women with broken teeth and hopeful men who have been denied love.

Confession with silence - amplifies the sounds of silence.

The sea is a multitude of worlds. This is a special universe. This is happiness. My feelings for him are a period of falling in love with a lifetime, when fireworks, butterflies, awe, trembling. When I see the sea, everything freezes in me. When I see the sea, everything falls into place. I love talking to him. It's like a confession. The soul is completely exposed and I am what I was intended to be. I am real. Admiring the waves, inhaling the salty breeze, I understand how missing such moments are. And I am immensely surprised how in a single moment everything, it would seem, the most confusing and insoluble, unraveled and resolved. But everything is very simple. Each of us has special places in this vast World. A place of strength, inspiration and peace. For me, it's the sea.

Aphorism is a conscious confession of a thinking mind!

Philosophy is the public confession of reason.

He would not mind confessing his sins if it were not for the mystery of confession.

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