Quotes About Redemption

The theme—the power of every human being to reconcile with his past—was one that resonated with me in a big way.

Out of these ashes beauty will rise.

It may be that in the belief of the possibility of redemption, people willingly do wrong. Redemption waits, like a side door, there in whatever court of judgement we eventually find ourselves. Not even the payment of a fine is demanded, simply the empty negotiation that absolves responsibility. A shaking of hands and off one goes, through that side door, with the judge benignly watching on. Culpability and consequences neatly evaded.

I can play really terrible human beings, and I seem to have a quality that people can, if not necessarily forgive me those sins, at least cut me some slack.

Now for my own case, I bless the Lord that, for all that hath been said of me, my conscience doth not condemn me. I do not say I am free of sin, but I am at peace with God through a slain Mediator; and I believe that there is no salvation but only in Christ.

The thing I always try to hold onto with 'BoJack' and with 'Flaked' is that maybe there is a sliver of hope that they are going to turn it around. They are just having a tough time getting there. And that's the thing with 'BoJack' - he is obviously depressed.

One of my favorite movies that I've ever seen is '25th Hour.' I love it so much because it's simply about a guy who's going to jail for six years, and this slow, terrible day he has.

I hate it when people lose it, there's nothing left because they're not interesting, they're boring, I hate it, and especially smack, people on smack are the most boring in the world.

If children who commit crimes are not given the opportunity of a second chance, they may die in prison for acts made before having developed the cognitive and emotional skills needed to make informed and smart decisions and choices.

I think I did every drug known to mankind, smoked crack, boozed, dropped acid, you name it.

In 'Red Dead Redemption' they have a thing where if you walk through snow your footsteps stay where you've gone. I think that's just representative of humanity.

What I did, you know, being away from my family, letting so many people down. I let myself down, not being out on the football field, being in a prison bed, in a prison bunk, writing letters home, you know. That wasn't my life.

How come someone always saves the people who try to kill themselves and then makes them tell everyone how sorry they are for ruining their evening? I keep feeling like everyone wants me to apologize for something. but I'm not going to. I don't have anything to apologize for. They're the ones who screwed everything up. Not me. I didn't ask to be saved.

make the amende honorable

Forgiveness of others creates a clear path in your relationship with the Lord. Forgiveness is indeed very personal. But it's not personal between you and "them"; it's personal between you and God.

There *is* no mortal sin. There are only *souls*, lost in a maze that someone *else* has made for them.

Sang malaikat maut adalah juga sang pengampun.

You can dispose of evil," Abby added, "but you never can reclaim what it has done.

But why don't you take him with you into the light? He does not deserve the light, he deserves peace

Dobrze, ju? dobrze – powiedzia? mistrz, roze?mia? si? i doda?: - Oczywi?cie, ludzie ograbieni ze wszystkiego jak my oboje szukaj? ocalenia u si? nadprzyrodzonych.

The cat was untied and returned to its owner, having tasted grief, it's true, and having learned by experience the meaning of error and slander.

Pagherà qualcuno per il sangue? No. Nessuno. Semplicemente la neve si scioglierà, spunterà la verde erba ucraina, coprirà la terra... germineranno le biade rigogliose... tremolerà l'aria torrida sui campi e del sangue non resterà traccia. Costa poco il sangue sui campi vermigli, e nessuno lo riscatterà. Nessuno.

A quarter of an hour later, Ruikhin sat in complete solitude, hunched over his bream, drinking glass after glass, understanding and recognizing that it was no longer possible to set anything right in his life, that it was only possible to forget.

The snow would just melt, the green Ukrainian grass would grow again and weave its carpet over the earth . . . The gorgeous sunrises would come again . . . The air would shimmer with heat above the fields and no more traces of blood would remain. Blood is cheap on those red fields and no one would redeem it.