Quotes About Grace

Broken hearts never grow back together," Quinn whispered. "They never really get fixed—don't let anyone tell you they do. But I believe that if you're lucky, you find the right things in life to let you live with one.

She put others first, and she never felt the need to shine." "But she did shine," Sam said. "People loved her." "That was her secret," Dana said, picturing her sister's smile. "She shined from within.

Everyone always said forgiveness is not forgetting, that the act is as full of grace for the forgiver as the forgiven. This would not hurt her. She gazed at the old man across from her. She knew that she would never see him again, and she also knew she could never absolve him.

Susannah set the table with Provençal cotton linens, the tablecloth pale pumpkin and the napkins printed with faded red and purple flowers, her throat caught. She had wanted to make this meal so special for Sari and Grey. She set out silverware, bright crockery, a Lucite peppermill and a blue container of Fleur-de-Sel de Camargue. She still had Grey's black scallop shells and she arranged them in the center of the table, around a vase of colorful wildflowers.

That's a lovely idea, Diana," said Anne enthusiastically. "Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with…making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely and pleasant that they never think of it by itself. Thank you, Diana.

isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it

Jutro jest wolne od bÅ'Ä™dów.

And when people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always

Vivir para embellecer el nombre, aunque no sea tan hermoso en sí mismo y hacerlo, resaltar en la mente de las gentes como algo bello y placentero en lo cual nunca pensarían.

En este mundo se debe esperar lo mejor, prepararse para lo peor y tomar lo que Dios envía. - Charlotte IV. Ana de Avonlea.

Roses denote grace.

From the beginning, the highway has always lacked grace-those who worship desert gods know them to favor retribution over the tender dove of forgiveness. In Desolation, doves are at the bottom of the food chain. Tohono O'Odham poet Ofelia Zepeda has pointed out that rosaries and Hail Marys don't work out here. You need a new kind of prayers, she says to negotiate with this land.

Forgiving's a choice you make—a gift you give to somebody even if they don't deserve it. It costs nothing, but it makes you feel rich for giving it away.

When the fraught name God comes up in conversation or reading, I always remind myself that whatever the source or language used, we are at root on common ground—invoking the graced, unnamable source of life, the sacredness that cradles and infuses all of creation, on earth and beyond.

She did not find these riches (of fulfillment). They were a gift from God.

clear air and smiled, his perfect face softening as he

Come Lord, and lift the fallen bird Abandoned on the ground; The soul bereft and longing so To have the lost be found. The heart that cries—let it but hear Its sweet love answering, Or out of ether one faint note Of living comfort wring. —Tom Merrill

Besides, her abuela had always said mistakes were part of living, and the important thing was to learn from the mistakes you made so you didn't make them twice, and to forgive yourself for those mistakes, as well as others for the mistakes they made. She said not forgiving led to bitterness, and a bitter heart was good for nothing.

God can take what Satan meant for shame and use it for His glory. Just when we think we've messed up so badly that our lives are nothing but heaps of ashes, God pours His living water over us and mixes the ashes into clay. He then takes this clay and molds it into a vessel of beauty. After He fills us with His overflowing love, He can use us to pour His love into the hurting lives of others.

God's love isn't based on me. It's simply placed on me. And it's the place from which I should live . . . loved.

Forgiveness is mandatory; reconciliation is optional.

I can face things that are out of my control and not act out of control.

Sip the shame so you won't have to guzzle the regret.

Wounds. Broken places. Possibility. Change. Steps toward holiness. Imperfect progress. The hurt in those who hurt me---their underbellies. Grace. Love. Me looking alot more like Jesus than I did before. And to discover through all this seeing---being unglued isn't all that bad.