Quotes About Redemption

Dieu vous a envoyé à moi pour consoler à la fois l'homme qui ne pouvait être père et le prisonnier qui ne pouvait être libre.»

Voi iubi atât cât ai fost tu în stare s? iubeÈ™ti, zise el; voi suferi atât cât ai suferit tu; aceasta va fi o isp??ire în ochii t?i. Haide, domniÈ™oar?, s? l?s?m la o parte toate aceste micimi de prisos; s? fim mari ca îns??i durerea noastr?, s? fim tari ca îns??i dragostea noastr?.

Love those wrongdoers, they need it more than you.

the midst of apparent chaos and destruction. There is always another story going on behind the story that we see. God is at work in every situation, no matter how grim.

Magdala came to the

People say if you face your worst fear, the rest is easy, but those are people who are afraid of rattlesnakes or enclosed spaces, not of themselves and the horrible things they've done.

What was a demon but a lost soul, one that had been forced to use his skills to survive.

He said God could distinguish a sinner from a sin.

Nathaniel Hawthorne had placed the w in his name to distance himself from his cruel ancestor, his writing driven by his desire to make amends for all the evil his great-great-grandfather had done in the world.

I take responsibility for the man I used to be, for I carry him with me. As strong as I am, he's a heavy burden

I wished to be forgiven. 'It was always so in the eyes of God,' Shirah told me.

Elv felt consoled. She'd done such terrible things no one could forgive her, except perhaps for another sorrowful creature who understood the effects of human cruelty, who could lie down beside her and know she hadn't meant any harm.

His song would be our only path, despite any sins w might have committed and any punishments we might deserve. What we believed in, and what we said aloud, we could create before His eyes and in His image.

She doesn't know why she didn't turn out like the girl in Union Square, screaming at passersby, caught in the web of her own pain, but on nights when she's reading her veterinary journals, and the dogs are sleeping, she wonders if it's possible that when she rescued them, they rescued her as well.

She understood love. What destroys you saves you, she had told me.

Scribble out the world since it was not to your liking and make up a new one, something better.

Hold it against the good I've done, she prayed. We'll sort it out when I see You.

We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do—we do it all the time.

We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do - we do it all the time.

I forgive you, I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.

Everyday he got up. Before sleep wore off, he was who he used to be. Then, as his consciousness woke, it was as if poison seeped in. At first he couldn't even get up. He lay there under a heavy weight. But then only movment could save him, and he moved and he moved and he moved, no movement being enough to make up for it. The guilt on him, the hand of God pressing down on him, saying, You were not there when your daughter needed you.

You save yourself or you remain unsaved

Nikt nie mo?e wyratowa? drugiego cz?owieka. Ka?dy musi ratowa? si? sam albo jest stracony.

Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence.