Quotes About Redemption

Remember, God specializes in taking something bad and turning it around for good. You watch, you wait, you'll see.

Jesus, take the wheel Take it from my hands 'Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting go So give me one more chance To save me from this road I'm on Jesus, take the wheel

Jesus take the wheel Take it from my hands Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting go So give me one more chance Save me from this road I'm on Jesus take the wheel

We are all asked if we will surrender what we are, our humanity, our flesh and blood, to the Holy Spirit and allow Christ to fill the emptiness formed by the particular shape of our life.

This is very like Purgatory, and it is a pain which we would not willingly forgo once it has touched us, because it is our necessity and our joy. For Purgatory, after all, is the fire of the love of God, cauterising the wound of sin.

The voice from the Cross speaks in the desert, in the hospital, from the open seas, from every place where young men are giving their lives. Mary hears the voice of her son in all these voices, and they echo her fiat.

He had longed for it—that is what the phrase means; longed for the moment when He would give us the Body that Mary had given to Him and for the moment when each one receives Him in Communion. He waited thirty-three years in time for the Last Supper; two thousand years for me.

I live to shew his power, who once did bring My joyes to weep, and now my griefs to sing

You are two vagabonds, you are two tramps,' and out he comes and beats us, and calls us hard names, and rolls us in the mud and snow, and goes in, fastening the door behind him. Then if we get up and go on in great content, glad to suffer hardships, remembering how our Master suffered for our sake, that, Brother Leo, would be the perfect joy.

Me and the bottle have always been friends, we've had a few old nasty fights but the bottle would always win, so when I go to answer that final curtain call, I can hear these words being whispered by all... Ol' George stopped drinking today.

Fay, there are only two types of blacks ever released from these places, the Carters and the broken men. The broken men are so damaged that they will never again be suitable members of any sort of social unit. Everything that was still good when they entered the joint, anything inside of them that may have escaped the ruinous effects of black colonial existence, anything that may have been redeemable when they first entered the joint—is gone when they leave.

The Empire Strikes Back

You are a sorry creature, Flashman. I have failed in you. But even to you I must say, this is not the end. You cannot continue here, but you are young, Flashman, and there is time yet. Though your sins be as red as crimson, yet shall they be as white as snow. You have fallen very low, but you can be raised up again …

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

El plan de salvación no ofrece a los creyentes una vida libre de sufrimientos y pruebas antes de llegar al Reino; por el contrario, les pide que sigan a Cristo en la misma senda de abnegación y vituperio. [...] Por medio de estas pruebas y persecuciones, el carácter de Cristo se reproduce y se revela en su pueblo. [...] Nuestra participación en los sufrimientos de Cristo nos educa y disciplina, y nos prepara para compartir la gloria del mundo venidero" (CBA 6:565).

Great wrongs have been done you, but the past is dust. The future may yet be won ..

Melisandre: I pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R'hllor shows me only snow.

Sins may be forgiven. Crimes require punishment.

What was he now? Only Bran the broken boy, Brandon of House Stark, prince of a lost kingdom, lord of a burned castle, heir to ruins.

All men are sinners.

I'm not him, I'm not the turncloak, he died at Winterfell. My name is Reek, It rhymes with freak

Where do whores go?

all sins may be forgiven, but crimes must still be punished.

The night is dark and full of terrors...but the fire burns them all away." ?Melisandre