I confess, I do not believe in time.
I confess to being a frustrated musician.
My whole act is confession.
I'm not a workaholic, but I was a bit manic, I have to confess.
There are things to confess that enrich the world, and things that need not be said.
You mean we're going chronological order within each author?" he gasped. "But no one even knows for sure when Shakespeare wrote his plays!" "Well," I blustered, "we know he wrote Romeo and Juliet before The Tempest. I'd like to see that reflected on ...
The fact was, I wanted the same thing again and again. And so I yielded, bought the good, took them home, cooked, ate, accompanied usually by music, preferably a public radio station that played music I liked. And I am here to tell you, the pleasure ...
There was real plasure to be had eating ice cream out of container and pickles out of a glass jar, standing up at the counter. I wondered whether the cravings associated with pregnancy were really only a matter of women feeling empowered to admit the...
There is risk, known and unknown, in all aspects of life. We often consider the loss of life the only serious risk. Unless we are genuinely aware, we calculate the danger arising from our own physical and emotional states and from external conditions...
Any files I give to the model are downsized (typically 800x1200 pixels)... By not giving out my high resolution files, they cannot be used without my knowledge.
Heavenly Father, Thank you for taking us into the wilderness time and time again, for there we see revealed the secret sins of our souls. In the desert we experience your great power to save us from our unruly and sinful hearts, and there we complain...
The pleasure of sport was so often the chance to indulge the cessation of time itself--the pitcher dawdling on the mound, the skier poised at the top of a mountain trail, the basketball player with the rough skin of the ball against his palm preparin...
Torture numbers, and they'll confess to anything.
Its easy to lie, but hard to confess
I confess I've never felt like a passenger.
The gospel frees us to confess our sins without fear of condemnation.
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
Prayer is a confession of one's own unworthiness and weakness.
My confession: I listen to great music very badly.
Faith never makes a confession.
Every spirit that does not confess Jesus is not from God.
