Admitting Quotes

“The rivalry ends here," [Percy] said. "I love you, Wise Girl.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“I finally gave in today. Admitting that I haven't been able to do it alone, that's defeat right? But do a couple pills change why I'm here? Will my spirit be altered? Do my passions change? Will I lose hope either way? My madness is what makes me. It’s my most unique beauty.”
― Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2

“Doing something once can be addicting. Doing it twice is admitting it.”
― Paul Morabito, Poetic Delusions

“Once you acknowledge that accusations of guilt are always shouted loudest by the guilty, then you quickly realize that indictments are just another form of confession — that the things we hate and condemn in this world reveal a hell of a lot more about us than the things we love and cherish.”
― Sean Norris, Heaven and Hurricanes

“Running’ is driven by panic. ‘Destination’ is driven by thought. And while it’s terribly painful to admit, incessantly pretending that I do the latter doesn’t replace the fact that I’m constantly doing the former.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Are you going to sleep in the bed with me?” Jensen shrugged. “I hadn’t really gotten that far. If we share a bed . . .” His meaning was clear. “You think if we share a bed, we might have sex.” He nodded, studying me. “We might.” I could barely move, I was shaking so intensely. “Do you want sex?” I laughed at myself immediately. “I mean, not that we—it’s just, tonight when you kissed me, it felt like you weren’t just playing.” “I fucking love sex,” he said in a quiet growl. “Of course I want it. But tonight was complicated, and I don’t just have sex with someone on impulse.” “God.” I let my head fall back against the headboard. “That’s incredibly hot, and I don’t even know why.” “Pippa.” I grinned up at him. “Jensen.” My heart beat a savage rhythm in my chest as he reached forward, lifting a hand and touching my bottom lip with the tip of his index finger. “Do you like sex?” he whispered. Oh, fuck me. “Yes.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful

“He reached for something at his side and tossed it to me. I had to fight to stay in the saddle as I fumbled for it- a jewelled hunting knife.

'I heard you scream,' he said as I examined the blade in my hands. I'd never held one so finely crafted, so perfectly balanced. 'And I hesitated. Not long, but I hesitated before I came running. Even though Tam got there in time, I still broke my word in those seconds I waited.' He jerked his chin at the knife. 'It's yours. Don't bury it in my back, please.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Not admitting the truth, defines as pretending and lying to oneself; it illustrates, incomparable and tragic failure and defeat as well.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“Almost every day I've known you," I said slowly and clearly, "you've told me how you despise the people who come to you, because they won't admit their sins even to themselves. Are you content to be such a coward yourself?"
He tilted his head back to stare at the sky. "There's one advantage to being a demon, you know--"
"Besides the power to cause terror and destruction?"
"Besides that and possibly more important. Yes." He looked at me, his face turned deadly serious. "Demons know alternatives. I have spoken with the Kindly Ones face-to-face. I have handed out their dooms for nine hundred years. I don't deny what I am, but I know what I could be if I knew too much truth. So yes, I am a coward and a demon. But I am still alive in the sunlight.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“A challenge. H'd always known the way to get to her. Tell Beth she couldn't do something and she would find a way to accomplish it.
"Why couldn’t I? You're not completely Irresistible, Camden."
That was a lie, because yes he was. At least he was always had been to Beth. But she wouldn't be admitting to that anytime soon.”
― Maureen Child, The Price of Passion

“Your strength is your admission.”
― - Wyatt B. Pringle, Jr.

“She felt Ellis's eyes on her, scorching. "What do you like?"
Her heart was going to beat its way out of her chest; she could feel her pulse fluttering where he touched her.
"In, um, what context?"
Ellis leveled his hungry gaze at her. "You know what context."
Rosemary squeezed her thighs together, not that it helped. She was a goner.
"I like power play, you know, being submissive.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright