Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I did 12 years with nuns, you know. So I came out of it going, like, 'I think Jesus is all right.' The rest of it I think stinks to the high heavens.
Confessions are not processed or analysed; they're told in a moment of desperation to a priest or to somebody interrogating you about a crime.
I was raised as a Catholic, but I didn't like the Catholic Church at all. I thought the nuns were mean.
Ever notice that the whisper of temptation can be heard farther than the loudest call to duty.
Many religious confessions share common values. They teach that we should do unto others as we would have them do unto us.
I think now there's much more of a confessional culture. That's not my bag. I come from a slightly older school of thought: 'give 'em nothin.' You don't plead guilty.
I don't know, maybe it's because I was raised Catholic. Confession has always held a great appeal for me.
I'm easily frightened, and I've also come to realize that old Catholic guilt or remorse is easily stimulated.
We were kept at work, and permitted to speak with each other only on such subjects as related to the Convent, and all in the hearing of the old nuns who sat by us.
I'm currently in an interesting correspondence with a nun about forgiveness.