Quotes About Grace

A woman can't stay hard when all around her is loveliness.

Find some beauty along the way.

She was starting to see that there was nothing wrong with sometimes letting the day unfold according to its own rhythm.

heart—life had grace notes. These were moments so sweet that they could be tucked like the smallest of keepsakes, never to be forgotten. She

She looked like a fairy princess but she was a hard worker, pitching in as he showed her how to score the different loaves and move them into the proofing area.

life had grace notes. These were moments so sweet that they could be tucked like the smallest of keepsakes, never to be forgotten. She

Forgiveness was such a simple thing, she thought, once you surrendered to it.

They each took a plate and helped themselves to a feast that looked as if it had been prepared for a magazine layout. There was a salad sprinkled with fresh flowers- Isabel said they were baby pansies, nasturtium and angelica. The spread included plates of artisan cheeses and raw and grilled vegetables, big chafing dishes of fragrant casseroles, berries and apples with a variety of sauces, an array of local wines and water from Calistoga. The abundance was almost overwhelming to Tess.

said grace. A bit of eyes-closed silence before a meal was probably a very good thing, no matter what thoughts might pass through her mind—gratitude, regret, contemplation, or nothing at all.

It's not for me to judge what a person did in her past. That belongs to her and her alone." "You give people a lot of grace, Jerome. It's really nice." "Everyone has a past. It's who you are right now that matters.

The beauty of the House is immeasurable; its Kindness infinite

Sometimes you my graciously permit all the most beautiful ladies in the land to wait in line to kiss your hands and fall in love with you.

Ever keep in exercise the principle of mercy, and be ready to forgive our brother on the first intimations of repentance, and asking forgiveness; and should we even forgive our brother, or even our enemy, before he repent or ask forgiveness, our heavenly Father would be equally as merciful unto us.

We are here to add to the sum of human goodness. To prove the thing exists. And however futile each individual act of courage or generosity, self-sacrifice or grace-it still proves the thing exists. Each act adds to the fund. It needs replenishment. Not only because evil flourishes, and is, most indefensibly, defended. But because goodness is no longer a respectable aim in life. The hound of hell, envy, has driven it from the house.

There is a little phrase commonly used in police work that says, "in accordance with the evidence." You say that over six times a day as a grace before and after meals, and perhaps it will keep your feet on the ground and stop you ending up thinking you're Frederick the Great or a hedgehog or something.

I'm a plain man, I am; no nonsense about me.' And no manners, grace, or generosity, either.

There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.

I figured he was adhering to the adage that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't make fun of the person paying the mortgage.

Christianity is not a religion. Religion is humans trying to work their way to God through good works. Christianity is God coming to men and women through Jesus Christ.

This is what God has done for us: He has said, "I forgive you." But he paid the price for the forgiveness himself through the Cross. It's a payment that Buddha, Muhammad, Confucius, or any other religious or ethical leader cannot offer. No one can pay the price by "just living a good life." I know it sounds exclusive to say it, but we must say it simply because it is true: There is no other way but Jesus.

Forgiveness is an action, not an emotion.

Forgiving him was like balm on an old hurt place, and it felt sweeter than his apology. Sweeter even than the moment I'd said all the things I'd held in my mouth for twenty angry years. Forgiving him felt like relief.

He was not from a place where people got only one shot or were allowed only one mistake. In his world there were infinite chances.

No one walks around holding their ugliest sin in the palm of their hand, staring at it. Our hurts are heavy, and we let them sink. Every day they drift lower, settling in murky places where the light can't reach.