Quotes About Redemption

From across the dark bedroom, Lassiter stood in the corner next to the highboy, feeling like crap while Tohr whispered to the dress. Scrubbing his face, he wondered why … why in the hell, of all the ways he could have gotten free of the In Between, did it have to be this one. The shit was starting to get to him.

The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.

In that moment, Xcor thought of each of his fighters. Zypher, the sexual conqueror. Balthazar, the thief. Syphon, the assassin. And the other one who had no name, and too many sins to count. So he was referred to as Syn.

It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.

Zsadist scese dall'auto e girò intorno al baule. Dopo un secolo in cui per scelta era sempre stato a stecchetto, adesso aveva messo su dodici chili abbondanti sui suoi quasi due metri di altezza. La cicatrice in faccia restava evidente, così come le fasce che gli avevano tatuato intorno al collo e ai polsi quand'era uno schiavo di sangue, ma grazie a Bella, la sua shellan, i suoi occhi non erano più due pozzi neri d'odio. Quasi più.

The Black Dagger Brotherhood were keeping him alive, so that they could kill him. Given the sum of Xcor's earthly pursuits, which had been at their best violent, and at their worst downright depraved, it seemed an apt end for him. -Xcor's thoughts

The love of a good woman is the savior of an aimless man.

You know you're the second person who has torn me apart tonight. Well, that's 'cause the good Lord clearly thinks you need to hear the message twice.

Ya voy, trhayner. Dame la mano." Butch extendió la mano con desesperación. Vishous se quitó el guante y agarró al poli, bien y fuerte. La energía de V, esa hermosa luz blanca, se infiltró por el brazo de Butch, con una descarga de purificación y renacimiento. Enlazaron las manos y volvieron a ser dos mitades, luz y oscuridad. El Destructor y el Salvador. Un todo.

Gli aveva salvato la vita. Senza dubbio Xhex, gli aveva restituito il suo futuro prima ancora che lui si rendesse conto che stava per perderlo.

Se imaginó que se encaminaba hace el cielo, a pesar de la cantidad de pecados que había cometido en esta vida. No hay paraíso sin ella, pensó. Marissa.

Dedicated to: you. I got you wrong in the beginning and you have my apologies. It's just so like you that you stepped in anyway, and saved not only him, but also me in this endeavour.

Yes. I love you. I should have told you sooner, Lina. Not that I deserve to have your love after what I did to you. I wasn't there for you when you needed me. And I promised you I wouldn't let you down again. I'm not a guy who goes back on his promises. Can you ever forgive me for that?

Give him another chance.

Something good will come out of all things yet--And it will be golden and eternal just like that--There's no need to say another word.

He was out to get back everything he'd lost; there was no end to his loss; this thing would drag on forever.

That was the way Dean found me when he finally decided I was worth saving.

I was going to rise, do some typing and coffee drinking in the kitchen all day since at that time work, work was my dominant thought, not love- not the pain which impels me to write this even while I don't want to, the pain which won't be eased by writing of this but heightened, but which will be redeemed, and if only it were a dignified pain and could be placed somewhere other than this black gutter of shame and loss and noisemaking folly in the night... /The Subterraneans

So here my check. Overdue and overdrawn. Cash it in hell.

The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.

Weedon Scott had set himself the task of redeeming White Fang - or rather, of redeeming mankind from the wrong it had done White Fang. It was a matter of principle and conscience. He felt that the ill done White Fang was a debt incurred by man and that it must be paid.

In years and years not one of them has been in contact with a good woman, or within the influence, or redemption, which irresistibly radiates from such a creature.  There

There have to be moments when you glimpse something decent, something life-affirming even in the most twisted character. That's where the real art lies. See, I always suspect characters who are painted as lovely, decent human beings. I would always question where the darkness lies.

What do you think Jesus would twitter, 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone' or 'Has anyone seen Judas? He was here a minute ago.'