Quotes About Sinners

After exhausting life in his efforts for mankind is spiritual good, he had made the manner of his death a parable, in order to impress on his admirers the mighty and mournful lesson, that, in the view of infinite Purity, we are sinners all alike.

It was strange to see that the good shrank not from the wicked, nor were the sinners abashed by the saints.

There he dwelt among poverty-stricken wretches, sinners, and forlorn good people, Irish, and whomsoever else were neediest.

Reverend Father is the only kind man I ever see. When I arrive here I believe it is the place he warns against. The freezing in hell that comes before the everlasting fire where sinners bubble and singe forever. But the ice comes first, he says. And when I see knives of it hanging from the houses and trees and feel the white air burn my face I am certain the fire is coming.

The truth is that we are the vandals; we are the ones who have defaced the holy heart of God. You and I are sinners saved by grace. We deserved hell but have been given something we did not deserve: the love and friendship of God and an eternal home with him in heaven.

Because of God's saving work, which culminates in the resurrection, sinners will inherit the very kingdom that flesh and blood cannot.

The superior types, he points out, are also sinners. Of course, they are nice church members. They don't let all their dirty laundry hang out. No, their sins are vegetarian sins. Compared with the really nasty people, they appear good in their own eyes.

All men are sinners.

If sinners speak, why should the righteous listen?

For if we could be allowed to see the Plague as a thing in Nature merely, we did not have to trouble about some grand celestial design that had to be completed before the disease would abate. We could simply work upon it as a farmer might toil to rid his field of unwanted tare, knowing that when we found the tools and the method and the resolve, we would free ourselves, no matter if we were a village full of sinners or a host of saints.

Love makes saints or sinners out of men.

There are only two kinds of men: the righteous who think they are sinners and the sinners who think they are righteous.

We all are originally sinners as Adam and in Adam, his leprosy cleaving faster to us than Naaman's did to Gahazai, so that even the infant, before it has seen the light of the world, has this blemish inherent in its unborn members.

The central focus of childrearing is to bring children to a sober assessment of themselves as sinners.

No marriage can survive without forgiveness. Marriage is a long term commitment between two sinners.

Marriage, and the process of coming to it, is not heaven! It is the bonding together of two needy sinners in order to make a partnership which is substantially greater than either of them alone.

we have made an extraordinary transition. From moral absolutes to moral relativism. ... Moral problems become medical ones and yesterday's sinners become today's patients.

Men are willing to admit that they are sinners, but not that they are sinning.

A man dressed in a radiant white uniform stands below the ragged maw of the jetway holding his hands downwards with fluorescent orange sticks in them, like Christ dispensing mercy on a world of sinners.

When priests go bad, they go very bad indeed, and commit crimes that would make the average sinner pale.

the only real escape from the demands of the flesh is to find something more than the flesh to love; and that Mary is the refuge of sinners.

When you heart is ablaze with the love of God, when you love other people - especially the ripsnorting sinners - so much that you dare to tell them about Jesus with no apologies, then never fear, there will be results.

The media only writes about the sinners and the scandals, but that's normal, because a tree that falls makes more noise than a forest that grows.

I prefer sinners and madmen, who can learn, who can change, who can teach-or people like myself, if I may say so, who are not afraid to eat a lobster alone as they take on their shoulders the monumental weight of thirty years