Now, what space ultimately is - I should confess, I think most physicists believe - we don't yet know.

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

You give me a waterboard, Dick Cheney and one hour, and I'll have him confess to the Sharon Tate murders.

The sinner will not confess, nor will the priest receive his confession, if the veil of secrecy is removed.

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

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.

Water is to me, I confess, a phenomenon which continually awakens new feelings of wonder as often as I view it.

We confess our bad qualities to others out of fear of appearing naive or ridiculous by not being aware of them.

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

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.

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

I confess I had butterflies doing the first BBC 'Politics Live' of 2020. It felt like the first day back at school.

I mean, I must confess I don't own Harry Potter DVDs. My parents do. They have them all. And they like watching them.

I should probably confess that I get bored easily, which explains my reluctance to work with formula, tropes, whatever.

The Spice Girl Victoria Beckham has just published the story of her life. I confess that it is not in my reading table.

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

I confess, I'm one of those actors who finds it incredibly hard to divorce myself and my performance from the work itself.

In the course of my life, I have often had to eat my words, and I must confess that I have always found it a wholesome diet.

Affectation is a very good word when someone does not wish to confess to what he would none the less like to believe of himself.

And the only thing to do with a sin is to confess, do penance and then, after some kind of decent interval, ask for forgiveness.

I knew it was wrong, but I thought gambling was a venial sin. That's why I didn't confess it to a priest until after I was caught.

My wife said to me... you never understood what we were going through back home, did you? And I didn't. And I have to confess that.

I'll cheerfully confess to spending a lot of time playing completely disgusting computer games that have no redeeming social value.

I must confess that it is a lot easier for me as a pastor to preach about prayer than to spend that same amount of time engaged in it.

I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea.

I am free to confess that I am disappointed with the Yosemite valley. It seems only about one-half as grand as the American Fork canyon.

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.

It is true that I will confess that I have an incredible fascination for pop-culture stories about the Apocalypse and the end of the world.

I must confess that flowers are my weakness and I love receiving them, especially Indian fragrant flowers - Mogra, Rajnigandha, Sontakka, etc.

I don't hold a lot to the vest. I'm a bit of an open book, as anyone who knows me would contest. Confess? Attest? There's the word I'm looking for!

I would not be on the level did I not confess that I always have believed that the old Browns were a great team, one of the greatest ever organized.

I don't confess in my work because to me, that implies that you're dumping all your guilt and sins on the page and asking the reader to forgive you.

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.

In theory, I absolutely love to work from home, in all its warmth and comfort, but have reluctantly been forced to confess that it's a total failure.

I feel as if I'm clearly part of a trend among writers who take themselves seriously - and I confess to taking myself as seriously as the next writer.

A man can look upon his life and accept it as good or evil; it is far, far harder for him to confess that it has been unimportant in the sum of things.

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.

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.

I must confess that I'm not a great reader. At the moment I'm reading my son's 'Stig of the Dump' by Clive King and I've got a plant catalogue on the go.

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, my Spanish is not so good - except I read a little, so I started with the English but then determined that it would have to be in Spanish.

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.

Sadly, we do a much better job of making people feel guilty than we do of delivering them from the guilt we create. We need to confess this and change our ways.

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 have to confess to not being a great forward planner. I'm the kind of person who regularly arranges to have dinner with five different people on the same night.

Men never cling to their dreams with such tenacity as at the moment when they are losing faith in them, and know it, but do not dare yet to confess it to themselves.

If I'm gonna go down I'm gonna do it with style. You won't hear me surrender, you won't hear me confess cause you've left me with nothing but I have worked with less.

For years, I've felt that there's an inner cook in me just waiting to be unleashed. But I have to confess I'm having an awful lot of trouble finding her in real life.

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

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.

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