Quotes About Mercy

Compassion compels us to go further in love.

Confessing your sin will not diminish His love but will actually tap into His abundant grace for your life.

understanding grace is crucial in helping us grasp what Yahweh did for us through the Messiah.

To them, kindness was seen as weakness, mercy was perceived as cowardice and negotiation was a code word for a bullet in the head.

You will achieve more in this world through acts of mercy than you will through acts of retribution.

I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there is mercy and generosity. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his kin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than the opposite.

I never lost hope that this great transformation would occur (...) I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there was mercy and generosity. No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. page 749

I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there was mercy and generosity.

Siempre he sabido que en el fondo del corazón de todos los seres humanos hay misericordia y generosidad. Nadie nace odiando a otra persona por el color de su piel, su procedencia o su religión. El odio se aprende, y si es posible aprender a odiar, es posible aprender a amar, ya que el amor surge con mayor naturalidad en el corazón del hombre que el odio.

Grace means there is nothing we can do to make God love us more - and grace also means there is nothing we can do to make God love us less.

Mercy is not getting what we deserve, and grace is getting what we don't deserve.

He has consigned all men to disobedience, that He may have mercy upon all." (Romans 11:32, RSV)

Once defined, your conscious claim established, continue in this confidence until the reward is received. As surely as the day follows the night any attribute, consciously claimed, will manifest itself. Thus, that which to the sleeping orthodox world is a cruel and unjust law becomes to the enlightened one of the most merciful and just statements of truth.

Because I am now conscious of being good and merciful, signs of goodness and mercy are compelled to follow me all the days of my life, for I will continue to dwell in the house (or consciousness) of being God (good) forever.

It is like the parable Jesus told of the man who was forgiven a huge debt that he could never repay, but then he went out and beat up another man who owed him practically nothing. Once we've been forgiven, somehow we forget that the only difference between 'us' and 'them' is grace.

The nobleman fell to his knees. 'Sir, come down to my son ere he die.' His old face. His love for his son. None of us spoke, the old man kneeling so. I watched your eyes. The pity that pooled, this love of the father. 'Go thy way; thy son lives,' you said. And he raised his face to you, and we could see that he believed.

It was, she believed, a simple and unassailable fact of life that if a woman went to epic lengths to throw herself on the mercy of a man, the man would not, could not, refuse.

It hadn't lasted, of course, but that was no small mercy, because who could survive with such intensity of emotion?

Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied.

Any story about revenge is ultimately a story about forgiveness, redemption, or the futility of revenge.

If Gwladus was here, maybe the lady would smile sometimes. Maybe she wouldn't be so pitiless.

The only thing that stops God sending a second Flood is that the first one was useless.

Allowables I killed a spider Not a murderous brown recluse Nor even a black widow And if the truth were told this Was only a small spider Sort of papery spider Who should have run When I picked up the book But she didn't And she scared me And I smashed her I don't think I'm allowed To kill something Because I am Frightened.

Dio mio, come sei bella, a volte, lunga, lunga strada. Quante volte, come un naufrago che sta per affogare mi sono afferrato a te, e tu ogni volta mi hai raccolto misericordiosa e mi hai salvato! E quante idee meravigliose sono nate in te, quante fantasie poetiche, quante impressioni stupende ho provato!