Quotes About Sin

The evil is in humans, the Devil is not to blame

No fears, no grace. Though there is not always grace where there is the fear of hell, yet, to be sure, there is no grace where there is no fear of God.

For though to let loose the bridle to lusts, while our opinions are against such things, is bad; yet, to sin, and plead a toleration so to do, is worse. The one stumbles beholders accidentally, the other pleads them into the snare.

Demikianlah terjadinya kejahatan. Satu dosa akan melahirkan dosa lain ydan demikian pula kejahatan membenamkan jalan kebenaran. Dosa melahirkan balas dendam.

Envy is a deadly sin. It is a universal disease. If Brihaspati who could defeat the goddess of knowledge herself in learning became a victim to envy, what is there to say about ordinary mortals?

No virtuous man is strong enough to live in virtue at all times, nor is any sinner bad enough to exist in one welter of sin. Life is a tangled web and there is no one in the world who has not done both good and evil. Each and everyone has to bear the consequence of his actions. Do not give way to sorrow.

Only those who are truly aware of their sin can truly cherish grace.

Only those who are aware of God's wrath are amazed by God's grace.

Unless you see yourself standing there with the shrieking crowd, full of hostility and hatred for the holy and innocent Lamb of God, you don't really understand the nature and depth of your sin or the necessity of the cross.

You sound as fierce against sin as Harsnet.' He grinned. 'Only sins I don't feel drawn to myself,' he said with a flash of his old humour. ' 'Tis always easy to condemn those.

Neighbors were divided on the question of whether Mrs. Braden had been excessive in her reaction. Witnesses agreed that Jesse had been a prodigious sinner, and often conducted himself in a manner that invited homicide. The shooting itself was not so much at issue as Mrs. Braden's selection of anatomical targets. The men in the crowd, sober and otherwise, felt that the mere spilling of an alcoholic beverage--and subsequent insensitive laughter--failed to justify three bullets through the penis.

O primeiro pecado da humanidade foi a fé; a primeira virtude foi a dúvida.

Sin and evil have their origins in the human will, not in God or in God's plan. At the same time, when sin and evil do enter into the life of the world, they do not become constitutive of what is means to be human (or any other creature).

Not since the serpent approached Eve in the Garden had a woman been so tempted by forbidden fruit.

she had wondered if any of his Christianity was true. Had it all been a cover? A way to network and look honest? Or had he truly loved Jesus, but found ways to compartmentalize the sin in his life as so many others did?

there is no devil, jack said. we are the devil. the devil is us.

People couldn't become truly holy, he said, unless they also had the opportunity to be definitively wicked.

Down there - he said - are people who will follow any dragon, worship any god, ignore any inequity. All out of a kind of humdrum, everyday badness. Not the really high, creative loathsomeness of the great sinners, but a sort of mass-produced darkness of the soul. Sin, you might say, without a trace of originality. They accept evil not because they say yes, but because they don't say no.

The wages of sin is death but so is the salary of virtue, and at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays.

I nearly committed a terrible sin, said Brutha. I nearly ate fruit on a fruitless day. That's a terrible thing, a terrible thing, said Om. Now cut the melon.

If that's what bein' bad does to you, Nanny thought, I could of done with some of that years ago. The wages of sin is death but so is the salary of virtue, and at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays.

People couldn't become truly holy, he said, unless they also had the opportunity to be definitively wicked.

The sin we commit against each other as women is lack of support. We hurt. We hurt each other. We hide. We project. We become mute or duplicitous, and we fester like boiling water until one day we erupt like a geyser. Do we forget we unravel in grief?

The sin I have committed is the sin of adoption. I have adopted a different set of beliefs from the beliefs I was raised to obey. But this definition of sin over time has become my joy. I do have other gods before me, many, and none are a white elderly man sitting on a gilded throne in heaven. Pronghorn antelope holds authority for me, like a priest.