Quotes About Redemption

And who has prayed for Satan? In eight hundred years, who has had the common decency to pray for the one sinner who needed it most?

Perdón es el aroma que la violeta deja en el zapato que la aplastó.

As the service proceeded, the clergyman drew such pictures of the graces, the winning ways, and the rare promise of the lost lads, that every soul there, thinking he recognized these pictures, felt a pang in remembering that he had persistently blinded himself to them, always before, and had as persistently seen only faults and flaws in the poor boys.

But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

Can Clara English ever recover or is she permanently wounded, damned to stagger under years devoid of meaning & love until finally the day comes when she stumbles and is swept away?

Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.

How does it feel, anyway? How does what feel? When you take one of those books? At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. Well? he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth. It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.

If I'm ever going to be okay, I'll have to earn it.

He's been to the brink and come back. I guess when you lose your pride, even for just a moment, you realise how much it means to you.

The sky was murky and deep, like quicksand. There was a young man parcelled up in barbed wire, like a crown of thorns. I untangled him and carried him out. High above the earth, we sank together, to our knees. It was just another day, 1918.

There must be a place in heaven for those who have been where I have been. You might think I don't love you because of what I've done, but I do.

THE FILES OF RECOLLECTION* * * Oh, yes, I definitely remember him The sky was murky and deep like quicksand. There was a young man parceled up in barbed wire, like a giant crown of thorns. I untangled him and carried him out. High above the earth, we sank together, to our knees. It was just another day, 1918.

MICHAEL HOLTZAPFEL— * * * THE LAST GOODBYE Dear Mama, Can you ever forgive me? I just couldn't stand it any longer. I'm meeting Robert. I don't care what the damn Catholics say about it. There must be a place in heaven for those who have been where I have been. You might think I don't love you because of what I've done, but I do. Your Michael

and it feels good to be good for something in the aftermath of the snows of Stalingrad

Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their French words. I watched their love-visions and freed them from their fear.

Usko minua kun sanon, että sinä päivänä poimin jokaisen sielun kuin se olisi vastasyntynyt. Jopa suutelin muutamia uupuneita, myrkytettyjä poskia.

But in another city, another valley, another ghetto, another slum, another favela, another township, another intifada, another war, another birth, somebody is singing Redemption Song, as if the Singer wrote it for no other reason but for this sufferah to sing, shout, whisper, weep, bawl, and scream right here, right now.

Art is the sole means of grace in our fallen state.

Mercy is His gift. You shine with His divine light every time you are merciful and forgive someone.

You have your eyes on the wrong prizes. Whatever you think you've gotta win, He's already won for you, if you'll just take hold of it. The real prize is God and His love. Set your eyes on that, honey. That's the only thing worth winning.

Fiction is the only way to redeem the formlessness of life

Although he liked nearly everything else about himself, Keith hated his redeeming features. In his view they constituted his only major shortcoming -his one tragic flaw.

You think we're going to pay for this?" "A thousand times." "Why?" Arkady asked. "Because God is such a bastard, He will take you away from me.

Only a god can save us.