To admit to something means that you own it, you take responsibility for it and acknowledge that is was of your doing, and that no one else is to blame, If only people could admit more often.
Hetty
why can’t you just admit it? We’re done. Letting us just spiral down into a black hole of noncommunication is cruel. Simple as that. You say you never complain and never think of yourself. Well, this is the ultimate self-centeredness.
he admitted he was wrong. he told me he was cheating on me. and yet i chose not to believe him. i chose to give him the benefit of teh doubt. as usual. what’s worse is my family threw it in my face.
Cristina
to tell someone how you feel or to admit to something you did. “i admitted i lied earlier” to admit a paper or something you wrote or did. “i admitted my application this morning.” to own up to or submit.
Cristina
I have to admit. He’s got me spot on. I wonder if I should tell him. He called it a “sneaking suspicion.” I should ask what gave me away. Maybe then I could throw it in his face that he’s been doing just the same to me, so I have every reason to believe he likes me. Just like I like him.
Lauren Scharf
Admitting you’re sorry isn’t always easy for everyone. Frankly, I don’t understand why. Pointing filthy fingers and playing blame games are nonsense. Don’t you get bored after a while? Why can’t you admit you’re wrong for once? Everyone makes mistakes. Why can’t you admit you’ve made some too?
I can’t get myself to admit it. To just blurt out those three words that I feel so profoundly. Because it’s so unfathomable, so completely and utterly outrageous that they should be true.
Admit. what? Admit. It. Really. It. But why? What are the consequences? Truth. Therein lies the key. Be true and truthful and your problems are minimized.
i admit that i am not perfect. FAR from the shit. admittance of most “bad” things about me are hard to do, and i will admit that i usually lie about the things i refuse to admit.
i can’t admit to something i didn’t do but i wish i that i could just tell people my secrets without feeling like they will hate me or judge me and wish i wasn’t here. i keep things inside so that no one really nows me so that no one can really get completely into who i am because if they do and i have nothing left what then? what do i do when everything is told and i have nothing to give.
Marisa
It took him quite a bit of cognitive dissonance before admitting that he cared for his friends, but they didn’t seem surprised at all, completely nullifying his effort at being honest.
Admit to defeat. Admit to being wrong. Admit to being afraid. Admit to thinking you deserve better when you don’t. Admit to the fact that you do bad things, a lot. That you may be the lovable protagonist in your minds film, but the villain in the films of others.
K
the moon can’t admit to the sun the reasons she has for avoiding him. she’s quiet, he’s quiet. think of the mess that would make. think of the burning grass. green going brown dry dead. ocean going empty, fish gasping for a breath.
i admit that i don’t really want to be in love.
it’s way harder than it looks.
giving yourself fully to that other person.
having to deal with all their bullshit as well as your own.
i admit that i rather the idea than the actual thing.
admit your fears.
then you can move on.
Brittany
I admit to myself nothing every day. How can I admit to myself that I despise what I’ve become? Ignorance is not only bliss, it’s the only option.
Jack Cobb
admit that you were wrong. I was the one that got hurt this time. you may have felt a little bit of pain but really I was the one that lost. admit that I got the emotional, physical, and social pain. everyone blamed me. Admit it.
Heather
I gotta admit that the feelings aren’t the same today as they were three weeks ago, but that doesn’t help. In fact I’m making things much more complicated for myself. What is going on, and what am I looking for? It seems like I’m settling to hide until January, and who knows what things will be like then?
i must admit that god really helped me last night and i hope he does so in the future. maybe i want more money and he can help me to get them. also i want a beautiful girlfriend. thank you god.
peos
“Just admit it, you are in love with this girl.” she hollered.
“I don’t know. Maybe.” He wilted in defeat.
“You can’t maybe be in love. It just isn’t possible. You are going to give up everything for her. You have to say it. You are in love with her.”
I wish I were able to admit all of the things that are on my mind, but there are too many to count, or too few to take notice of them. I wish I were able to be admitted into it all, integrating myself into the trees, the wind, the earth. I wish I were able to admit everything
Elizabeth
As I slid the carefully folded chart into my pocket, I glanced up at the door. Then I looked back again. Written on the door itself, under where the note had been, in red paint — at least I hope it was paint — was this:
ADMIT THE OBVIOUS
I could swear it hadn’t been there when I took the note down.
admit the truth, for it will set you free
admit you want to cry
admit you want to scream
you’re hoping for something
admit you still dream
ehs
I admit that I’d hoped for something more. An ostrich, maybe. Or a flying lesson. Something to mark this hallmark birthday with a little more flair than the usual cake and sausages. Life just isn’t as fair as we were given to expect.
Sundry
There are so many things I want to admit to you. I want to tell you how much I don’t like it when you smoke. I want to show you how much work your wife does and how much she deserves your respect. And I really want to admit to you that I think you are the best dad in the universe except that you don’t treat anyone else except me well. I hate that part.
Mashaal
It was a difficult thing to get out. I realized then that the lump in my throat wasn’t from a lingering cold or to much yelling at last night’s concert. I had to tell her, and tell her now..
john
I admit that I don’t know what I’m doing here. The sky is green, the moons are too many, it’s colder than I’ve ever exeperienced. I want my mother, and she’s been dead for 12 years. Who knew it would be so hard to say goodbye.
Sundry
Admit. What a loaded word. If you admit to a crime, you’re automatically guilty. If you admit to a good deed, you’re automatically given attention you might have never wanted.
It was a confession, simple and true she gave all she had to the cause only to get sucked into the immoral world of the business and get blamed for all that had never been hers
Sarah
She readily admitted she was wrong. She took every step necessary to make everything better. Everyone was happy in the end. She hugged them all and pulled on her leather gloves wishing them all Happy Holidays. She crossed the street to her VW and drove away. She hanged herself that night.
nannan
I could admit that I was wrong, but wouldn’t that go against everything I am? I thought you found that…enduring. I’m always right, even when I’m wrong. No? You just find that annoying? My fatal flaw? Perhaps it is, but you’d never catch me admitting as much. Perhaps it’s only enduring in my mind.
five letters. i thought of that before i opened the page, i must admit. and now i’m just being punny. often we think of those who admit things as “authentic”, or so i’m told. other times, often with politicians, we demonize them and make them into something else. where do we draw the line?
that’s funny. now i have a whole new sixty seconds. funny how you can beat the system at times. is this a system worth beating? who runs this system? do you? do i? how can i be sure sure
Jonathan
I have to admit that this life really sucks sometimes. But then again it’s these sucky times that give me insight and perspective. I wouldn’t want to not have these days. I would however like to minimize the number of days they hit me.
Pretland
Such a false statement looms within my mind. “I’m fine, I’m grand, I’m going to be okay.” It’s incorrect, it’s a lie within the realms of a truth. I’m admitting that i’m quite ill, just softly in my head in stead of out loud into your ears. I’m admitting that I’m a liar to you and to me.
Tina
I admit it. I am weird. But if I’m weird, and you’re not, how is that so? What is the definition of weird? Different, strange? Well, if I’m weird because I’m different, then everyone is weird. Admit it. You’re weird too.
Looking in the mirror, I had to finally admit it. All of this time I thought they were wrong. I hoped they were wrong. But they weren’t. And it took my lack of a reflection for me to finally see that I really am a vampire.
Doug McIntire
“Du musst zugeben, dass du hier nicht gerade durch Heldenmut glänzen kannst.”
“Heldenmut, was soll denn hier Heldenmut? Darum geht’s doch hier gar nicht!”
“Na, da hast du wohl was nicht kapiert. Natürlich geht es darum, mutig zu sein, wenn wir von dir verlangen, eine M u t probe zu machen!”
To admit to something means that you own it, you take responsibility for it and acknowledge that is was of your doing, and that no one else is to blame, If only people could admit more often.
why can’t you just admit it? We’re done. Letting us just spiral down into a black hole of noncommunication is cruel. Simple as that. You say you never complain and never think of yourself. Well, this is the ultimate self-centeredness.
he admitted he was wrong. he told me he was cheating on me. and yet i chose not to believe him. i chose to give him the benefit of teh doubt. as usual. what’s worse is my family threw it in my face.
to tell someone how you feel or to admit to something you did. “i admitted i lied earlier” to admit a paper or something you wrote or did. “i admitted my application this morning.” to own up to or submit.
I have to admit. He’s got me spot on. I wonder if I should tell him. He called it a “sneaking suspicion.” I should ask what gave me away. Maybe then I could throw it in his face that he’s been doing just the same to me, so I have every reason to believe he likes me. Just like I like him.
Admitting you’re sorry isn’t always easy for everyone. Frankly, I don’t understand why. Pointing filthy fingers and playing blame games are nonsense. Don’t you get bored after a while? Why can’t you admit you’re wrong for once? Everyone makes mistakes. Why can’t you admit you’ve made some too?
I can’t get myself to admit it. To just blurt out those three words that I feel so profoundly. Because it’s so unfathomable, so completely and utterly outrageous that they should be true.
Admit. what? Admit. It. Really. It. But why? What are the consequences? Truth. Therein lies the key. Be true and truthful and your problems are minimized.
i admit that i am not perfect. FAR from the shit. admittance of most “bad” things about me are hard to do, and i will admit that i usually lie about the things i refuse to admit.
i can’t admit to something i didn’t do but i wish i that i could just tell people my secrets without feeling like they will hate me or judge me and wish i wasn’t here. i keep things inside so that no one really nows me so that no one can really get completely into who i am because if they do and i have nothing left what then? what do i do when everything is told and i have nothing to give.
It took him quite a bit of cognitive dissonance before admitting that he cared for his friends, but they didn’t seem surprised at all, completely nullifying his effort at being honest.
Admit to defeat. Admit to being wrong. Admit to being afraid. Admit to thinking you deserve better when you don’t. Admit to the fact that you do bad things, a lot. That you may be the lovable protagonist in your minds film, but the villain in the films of others.
the moon can’t admit to the sun the reasons she has for avoiding him. she’s quiet, he’s quiet. think of the mess that would make. think of the burning grass. green going brown dry dead. ocean going empty, fish gasping for a breath.
him? no way! we’re just friends. blush. heart beat rises. no no no no. you’re silly to even think that.
i admit that i don’t really want to be in love.
it’s way harder than it looks.
giving yourself fully to that other person.
having to deal with all their bullshit as well as your own.
i admit that i rather the idea than the actual thing.
admit your fears.
then you can move on.
I admit to myself nothing every day. How can I admit to myself that I despise what I’ve become? Ignorance is not only bliss, it’s the only option.
admit that you were wrong. I was the one that got hurt this time. you may have felt a little bit of pain but really I was the one that lost. admit that I got the emotional, physical, and social pain. everyone blamed me. Admit it.
I gotta admit that the feelings aren’t the same today as they were three weeks ago, but that doesn’t help. In fact I’m making things much more complicated for myself. What is going on, and what am I looking for? It seems like I’m settling to hide until January, and who knows what things will be like then?
i must admit that god really helped me last night and i hope he does so in the future. maybe i want more money and he can help me to get them. also i want a beautiful girlfriend. thank you god.
“Just admit it, you are in love with this girl.” she hollered.
“I don’t know. Maybe.” He wilted in defeat.
“You can’t maybe be in love. It just isn’t possible. You are going to give up everything for her. You have to say it. You are in love with her.”
I wish I were able to admit all of the things that are on my mind, but there are too many to count, or too few to take notice of them. I wish I were able to be admitted into it all, integrating myself into the trees, the wind, the earth. I wish I were able to admit everything
As I slid the carefully folded chart into my pocket, I glanced up at the door. Then I looked back again. Written on the door itself, under where the note had been, in red paint — at least I hope it was paint — was this:
ADMIT THE OBVIOUS
I could swear it hadn’t been there when I took the note down.
I hate to admit this…but I’m so in love with you, it hurts.
admit the truth, for it will set you free
admit you want to cry
admit you want to scream
you’re hoping for something
admit you still dream
I admit that I’d hoped for something more. An ostrich, maybe. Or a flying lesson. Something to mark this hallmark birthday with a little more flair than the usual cake and sausages. Life just isn’t as fair as we were given to expect.
There are so many things I want to admit to you. I want to tell you how much I don’t like it when you smoke. I want to show you how much work your wife does and how much she deserves your respect. And I really want to admit to you that I think you are the best dad in the universe except that you don’t treat anyone else except me well. I hate that part.
It was a difficult thing to get out. I realized then that the lump in my throat wasn’t from a lingering cold or to much yelling at last night’s concert. I had to tell her, and tell her now..
I admit that I don’t know what I’m doing here. The sky is green, the moons are too many, it’s colder than I’ve ever exeperienced. I want my mother, and she’s been dead for 12 years. Who knew it would be so hard to say goodbye.
Admit. What a loaded word. If you admit to a crime, you’re automatically guilty. If you admit to a good deed, you’re automatically given attention you might have never wanted.
Admit and you compromise your motives. never let them know you fail cause then you admit you’re a failure.
It was a confession, simple and true she gave all she had to the cause only to get sucked into the immoral world of the business and get blamed for all that had never been hers
She readily admitted she was wrong. She took every step necessary to make everything better. Everyone was happy in the end. She hugged them all and pulled on her leather gloves wishing them all Happy Holidays. She crossed the street to her VW and drove away. She hanged herself that night.
I could admit that I was wrong, but wouldn’t that go against everything I am? I thought you found that…enduring. I’m always right, even when I’m wrong. No? You just find that annoying? My fatal flaw? Perhaps it is, but you’d never catch me admitting as much. Perhaps it’s only enduring in my mind.
five letters. i thought of that before i opened the page, i must admit. and now i’m just being punny. often we think of those who admit things as “authentic”, or so i’m told. other times, often with politicians, we demonize them and make them into something else. where do we draw the line?
that’s funny. now i have a whole new sixty seconds. funny how you can beat the system at times. is this a system worth beating? who runs this system? do you? do i? how can i be sure sure
I have to admit that this life really sucks sometimes. But then again it’s these sucky times that give me insight and perspective. I wouldn’t want to not have these days. I would however like to minimize the number of days they hit me.
Such a false statement looms within my mind. “I’m fine, I’m grand, I’m going to be okay.” It’s incorrect, it’s a lie within the realms of a truth. I’m admitting that i’m quite ill, just softly in my head in stead of out loud into your ears. I’m admitting that I’m a liar to you and to me.
I admit it. I am weird. But if I’m weird, and you’re not, how is that so? What is the definition of weird? Different, strange? Well, if I’m weird because I’m different, then everyone is weird. Admit it. You’re weird too.
Looking in the mirror, I had to finally admit it. All of this time I thought they were wrong. I hoped they were wrong. But they weren’t. And it took my lack of a reflection for me to finally see that I really am a vampire.
“Du musst zugeben, dass du hier nicht gerade durch Heldenmut glänzen kannst.”
“Heldenmut, was soll denn hier Heldenmut? Darum geht’s doch hier gar nicht!”
“Na, da hast du wohl was nicht kapiert. Natürlich geht es darum, mutig zu sein, wenn wir von dir verlangen, eine M u t probe zu machen!”
admit what it is that you are holding back from, the truth hides from it, the earth rides on it, so admit it.