Quotes About Mercy

You think so? Then take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder, and sieve it through the finest sieve, and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet, you try to act as if there is some ideal order in the world. As if there is some, some rightness in the universe, by which it may be judged.

His Greatness the King Pteppicymon XXVIII, Lord of the Heavens, Charioteer of the Wagon of the Sun, Steersman of the Barque of the Sun, Guardian of the Secret Knowledge, Lord of the Horizon, Keeper of the Way, the Flail of Mercy, the High Born One, the Never Dying King.

And yet somehow that lodged in the mind as a crime beyond mercy. There will be no mercy for a song now silenced. No redemption for killing hope in the darkness. I know you. You

Perhaps the wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silent space that says we live only by grace. Wilderness lives by this same grace. Wild mercy is in our hands.

Saint Macarius said, "It is not necessary to use many words. Only stretch out your arms and say, 'Lord, have pity on me as you desire and as you well know how.

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Nobody wants to see someone's life ruined over a small-time lapse in judgment.

This was just one of many times God has spared me.

If we are not our brother's keeper, at least let us not be his executioner.

Nothing enables us to forgive like knowing in our hearts that we have been forgiven.

Just Because You Have a Reason to Retaliate Does Not Mean You're Justified in Doing So

God is patient. He doesn't fly off the handle in anger.

Sometimes mercy is not a kindness and pity is not love.

I know a simple truth: mercy killing doesn't hold one fucking ounce of mercy for those that live.

Does mercy look like my middle fucking name?

Some things the gut distills to their essence no matter how hard you try to factor in compassion and mercy and understanding. One of them killed the other. And there is violence in my heart.

Death is not seductive. It does not come silk-clad and sweet-smelling as I did for my chosen. It is lonely and cold and merciless. It takes everything from you, before it finally takes you.

Grace must find expression in life, otherwise it is not grace.

Holy Communion is offered to all, as surely as the living Jesus Christ is for all, as surely as all of us are not divided in him, but belong together as brothers and sisters, all of us poor sinners, all of us rich through his mercy. Amen.

Work, at times like this, is a sweet mercy: it allows a man to forget anything, even his true self.

Grace tears you away in spite of yourself. You cannot do anything for or against it. It doesn't know you. It is absolutely merciless, ready to devour. The infinite is always present but only when this armour, this idea of separation, weakens, does Grace seize you. Most people experience the dark night of the soul as a deep depression, a total void of all sense, all ideas. In this emptiness of meaning and purpose the person is eradicated. This is Grace.

The first is about forgiveness. It is never done well in little bits and dabs. Do it all at once and never look back, or do not do it at all.

We have to make it on the basis of our own wit. We have to be aware—when someone comes on the seven o'clock news with word that the global temperature is going up or that the oceans are turning into cesspools or that half the matter is going backward—that the media are at the mercy of the scientists who have the ability to summon them and that the scientists who have such ability are not often minding the store. More likely they are minding their own livelihoods.

All you have to do is forgive.