Alice Hoffman Quotes

Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.

I remember my doctors examining my vocal cords and asking if I had an eating disorder, and I instantly said no. But then my mom, who was in the room with me, said my name in her 'mom voice,' and I just lost it. I didn't realize that she knew or that anyone knew.

What you try to bury just ends up burying you.

Great is the difference betwixt a man's being frightened at, and humbled for his sins.

Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff - it is a palliative rather than a remedy.

You know the expression, 'You're only as sick as your secrets?' I believe that, and I think I try to have my work live by that to a degree.

True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat.

I grew up in a family of secrets; there was a lot of pathology in the family.

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.

Psychoanalysis is the confession without absolution.

I feel like we all have our skeletons.

That place that no one knows about - horrifying things we keep secret. A lot of that is released through acting.

There's a lot of skeletons in my closet!

You don't know that you'll ever have to talk about the skeleton in your closet.

I've done a lot of bad things. Use your imagination.

There's a lot of skeletons in my closet, but I know what they're wearing. I'm not gonna act all ashamed of it.

I've done some pretty bad things in my life.

This was a very serious sin in my past for which I am, of course, completely responsible. Several years ago, I asked for and received forgiveness from God and my wife in confession and marriage counseling. Out of respect for my family, I will keep my discussion of the matter there - with God and them. But I certainly offer my deep and sincere apologies to all I have disappointed and let down in any way.

Honestly, I never thought I would ever tell anyone that I had an eating disorder. It was my deepest, darkest secret.

We are as sick as our secrets, so I tell everything.

It is rather hard and certainly depressing to admit guilt and to repent

Concealment makes the soul a swamp. Confession is how you drain it.

Well everybody's got a secret, son, something that they just can't face. Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it, they carry it with them every step that they take Till some day they just cut it loose, cut it loose or let it drag 'em down Where no one asks any questions or looks too long in your face In the darkness on the edge of town.

By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.

Every day my conscience makes confession relying on the hope of Your mercy as more to be trusted than its own innocence.