Quotes About Punishment

It is not only God who punishes for sin, but sin establishes itself in the sinner and takes its toll.

One of the penalties of sin is our acceptance of it. It is not only God who punishes for sin, but sin establishes itself in the sinner and takes its toll.

Death is less bitter punishment than death's delay.

Grace is unmerited favor. It is reward given to those who deserve judgment. Grace means that Christ takes the punishment we deserve, so that we can get the reward that Christ deserves.

Let's reintroduce corporal punishment in the schools - and use it on the teachers.

Bilhassa bilmiyordum ki, hilkatin yaratt??? eserler nihayetsiz derecede çapra??k ve çeÅŸitlidir, çektiÄŸimiz bin türlü çileler bütün insanl???n yüzüne tükürmek hakk?n? bize vermez. Günahkar bir insanl??a k?z?nca, Nuh'la ailesini kurtararak neslini tüketmeden cezaland?rmak suretiyle bizzat Allah da bunu anlatm??t?.

The punishment imposed on us for claiming true self can never be worse than the punishment we impose on ourselves by failing to make that claim.

Yes," he said sincerely. "Such a one deserves peanut butter on the seat of his pants.

God help us and keep us from receiving what we deserve

McCann had recommended the maximum sentence possible for each count and Judge Gram obliged, factoring in an additional one hundred and fifty years for being a habitual criminal. Jeff received a sentence of 936 years. He would not be eligible for parole until the year 2928. It was a ridiculous sentence, but the gallery burst into spontaneous applause and shouts of joy as court was adjourned.

For the first time in his life, he was in complete control. He knew what he did was wrong, but there weren't any consequences, no punishment, no one to answer to. How could there be? No one knew but him.

Conor O'Malley who wants to be punished," Harry said, still stepping back, his eyes on Conor's. "Conor O'Malley who needs to be punished. And why is that, Conor O'Malley? What secrets do you hide that are so terrible?

The answer is that it does not matter what you think , the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

The answer is that it does not matter what you think,' the monster said, 'because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times a day...Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

Tu mente se creerá las mentiras piadosas pero conoce también las verdades que duelen y que hacen que esas mentiras sean necesarias. Y tu mente te castigará por creer ambas cosas.

You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both. " -A Monster Calls

What do they do to students at the University who eavesdrop?" Bast asked curiously. "I haven't the slightest idea. I was never caught. I think making you sit and listen to the rest of my story should be punishment enough.

And some folk need killing. That's all there is to it.

Todo vuelve a las cenizas, así que esta carne también arderá. Pero yo soy Tehlu. Hijo de mí mismo. Padre de mí mismo. Yo estaba antes, y estaré después. Si soy un sacrificio, lo soy únicamente a mí mismo. Y si alguien me necesita y me invoca de la forma correcta, volveré para juzgar y castigar.

beat you like a red-headed stepchild.

Very well, but remember this... I'll be looking at you when you're laid on the cross and the twelve blows are crashing down on your limbs. When the crowd is finally tired of your screams and wandered home, I will climb up through your blood and sit beside you. I will look deep into your eyes... and drop by drop I will trickle my disgust into them like burning acid until... finally... you perish.

you can't punish someone for a lack of affection, can you? You can't force a child to love you just because he's your child.

I wasn't fed; I was presented with lukewarm appetitive stimuli. I wasn't punished, but broken of my unconditioned reflexes. I wasn't loved, but brought up in an atmosphere of calculated intimacy and intense levels of commitment.