Quotes About Sin

Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all. (The autocrat of the breakfast-table)

Sin and the child of God are incompatible. They may occasionally meet, but they cannot live together in harmony .

The more you free your heart from sin, the more your heart is free to serve.

On the one hand, for each of us, sin is the claim to the right to myself, and so to my way of seeing things, which—far more than class, gender, race and generation—is the ultimate source of human relativity. On the other hand, sin is the deliberate repudiation of God and the truth of his way of seeing things. If my way of seeing things is decisive, anyone who differs from me is wrong by definition—including God. No

As John Wesley advised his young preachers in his day (when the Bible still shaped the horizon of most people's lives), "Preach the Law until they are convicted, then preach Grace until they are converted.

Faith desires to let God be God. Sin has framed God, whether by the ultimate insults that he, the creator of all things, does not exist, or that he, the white-hot holy One, is responsible for the evil and suffering that humans have introduced into his good creation.

To make the choice of career or profession on selfish grounds, without a true sense of calling, is "probably the greatest single sin any young person can commit, for it is the deliberate withdrawal from allegiance to God of the greatest part of time and strength.

Actions punishable by jail sentences are not the only crimes. If we knew the antonym of crime, I think we would know its true nature. God . . . salvation . . . love . . . light. But for God there is the antonym Satan, for salvation there is perdition, for love there is hate, for light there is darkness, for good, evil. Crime and prayer? Crime and repentance? Crime and confession? Crime and ... no, they're all synonymous. What is the opposite of crime?

Quiero morir, porque el vivir sólo causa pecado.

Just when I was beginning to forget, that bird of ill-omen came flapping my way, to rip open with its beak the wounds of memory. All at once shame over the past and the recollection of sin unfolded themselves before my eyes and, seized by a terror so great it made me want to shriek, I could not sit still a moment longer. "How about a drink?" I asked.

Crime and punishment. Dostoievski. These words grazed over a corner of my mind, startling me. Just supposing Dostoievski ranged 'crime' and 'punishment' side by side not as synonyms but as antonyms. Crime and punishment—absolutely incompatible ideas, irreconcilable as oil and water.

Me? Are you kidding? I'm going to Hell.

Just when I was beginning to forget, that bird of ill-omen came flapping my way, to rip open with its beak the wounds of memory. All at once shame over the past and the recollection of sin unfolded themselves before my eyes and, seized by a terror so great it made me want to shriek, I could not sit still a moment longer.

I wonder how it would be if I let go and yielded myself to depravity.

Quero morrer. Quero morrer mais do que tudo. Não há mais chance de recuperação. Não importa o que faça, não importa como faça, estou fadado a falhar e adicionar uma camada de verniz à minha vergonha. Não posso sonhar em ir de bicicleta até uma cascata cercada de folhas verdes. São apenas crimes sujos empilhando-se sobre crimes miseráveis e meu sofrimento só cresce e fica ainda mais violento. Quero morrer. Preciso morrer: viver é uma fonte de pecados.

I can forgive the evil in a human being, but I cannot pardon the foolishness in him. Stupidity is the greatest sin.

This who wish to go on living can always manage to survive whatever obstacles there may be. That is splendid of them, and I dare say that what people call the glory of mankind is comprised of just such a thing. But I am convinced that dying is not a sin.

The church must suffer for speaking the truth, for pointing out sin, for uprooting sin. No one wants to have a sore spot touched, and therefore a society with so many sores twitches when someone has the courage to touch it and say: "You have to treat that. You have to get rid of that. Believe in Christ. Be converted.

A church that does not provoke any crisis, preach a gospel that does not unsettle, proclaim a word of God that does not get under anyone's skin or a word of God that does not touch the real sin of the society in which it is being proclaimed: what kind of gospel is that?

The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the LUXURY of a regret.

Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.

Sex has become more and more attractive because of its condemnation by priests.

The great enemy of the life of faith in God is not sin, but the good which is not good enough. The good is always the enemy of the best.

I, a guilty sinner, can never work to get right with God—it is impossible. There is only one way by which I can get right with God, and that is through the death of Jesus Christ.