Quotes About Mercy

PRAYER THOUGHT: Through Your mercy and grace, Lord, I truly and completely yield myself to You.

Jesus said, "Judge not, that you be not judged" (Matthew 7:1). He went on to say, in effect, "If you do judge, you will be judged in exactly the same way." Who of us would dare to stand before God and say, "My God, judge me as I have judged others"? We have judged others as sinners—if God should judge us in the same way, we would be condemned to hell. Yet God judges us on the basis of the miraculous atonement by the Cross of Christ.

The cross of Christ is the focal point of the gospel. It is the heart and soul of the gospel. Why? Because Christ's suffering and death on the cross, more than any other event in history, displays before our eyes the glory of God. There we see the love of God hidden in his wrath, the mercy of God concealed in his justice, and the grace of God displayed through the demands of his holiness. In addition, we see ourselves. We see the horror of our sin. We see our failings as God sees them.

Politics are for foreigners with their endless wrongs and paltry rights. Politics are a lousy way to get things done. Politics are, like God's infinite mercy, a last resort.

Pray, hope, and don't worry. Worry is useless. God is merciful and will hear your prayer.

Only the rich can afford character, but most of them soon to dispense with it soon enough. They just have the money or the power to buy their way out of trouble before the whispers get too loud, but poor men...poor men are judged without mercy.

And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world's healing hinges, but on His.

Diceive the wicked, and Destroy them without Mercy.

The Cross is the sign of contradiction—destroying the seriousness of the Law, of the Empire, of the armies . . . But the magicians keep turning the cross to their own purposes. Yes, it is for them too a sign of contradiction: the awful blasphemy of the religious magician who makes the cross contradict mercy! This is of course the ultimate temptation of Christianity!

When someone saves your life and gives you life, there's gratitude, humility; there's a time you've been so blessed you realize you've been given another chance at life that maybe you did or didn't deserve.

Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.

Mercy," he mumbled. "What the hell did you do to my French Roast?

Adam swore harshly. "New werewolves are dangerous, woman. Especially when they are cold and hungry." He looked at Mac, and his voice changed completely, the heat and anger gone, "Mercy, come here." I didn't look down to see what he'd noticed in Mac's face. I took a step, but Mac was wrapped around my left leg. I stopped before I fell. "Uhm. I'm a little stuck for the moment.

Werewolf games," Mercy said solemnly, "play for keeps, or go home." She was so cute sometimes it made Adam's heart hurt.

Coyote to Mercy: "I didn't know about you until a lot later. Then I stopped to check you out. You looked happy running with the wolves. They looked bewildered- which is as it should be when a coyote plays with wolves.

Mercy has this ... this uncanny ability to go where the trouble is thickest," Adam told him. He had decided a while ago that it wasn't deliberate, and that it had something to do with being Coyote's daughter. He was pretty sure that Mercy was completely oblivious.

Only you could go to Spokane and get bitten by the one vampire in the whole city Adam to Mercy

God help us and keep us from receiving what we deserve

Kyle took in a breath. "While you were doing freaky stuff with Adam—as fine as he is—did you figure out where he is?" I shook my head, and he sighed. "That's good." I raised my eyebrow. He grinned, tiredly. "That would have been useful, Mercy. And having something freaky and useful would have been too good and sent the spirits of evil gods on our tail." I stared at him.

A rape victim... a rape victim who fights...They've been violated, made helpless and afraid. It breaks their confidence in the safety of their little world. It makes them afraid." .... "If you don't fight, it's not quite the same. If they make you help, make you cooperate, then it's not clear to you anymore. Is it rape? You feel dirty, violated, and guilty. Most of all guilty because you should have fought. Especially if you're Mercy and you fight everything.

Not mere luck. I am stalking Mercy. Of course I was around, because that's what stalkers do, or so I've read. It's my new hobby.

Mercy is a smart cookie," Coyote told him (Adam). "Except when she is not.

Are you asking for quarter? I'm not in a particularly merciful mood." I can make fun of my name, but no one else can. Unless I'm in a really good mood. Or if I start it first.

Ben, one of the four werewolf guards for the night, ate a big bite, swallowed, and said in a prissier-than-usual version of his British accent, "Mercy, when you say it gnawed on the bones, was it trying to get at the marrow or just cleaning its teeth?