Quotes About Redemption

Ania. If he took her and kept her, she would give them both peace. God knew he needed peace.

She stood there a moment, just looking at him. Jackson Deveau. The badass from the bayou everyone was so afraid of. Her Jackson. The man who was slowly, carefully, bringing her back to life.

She had a way of giving him comfort when nothing else could. The wailing of the dead. The accusations of their eyes because he couldn't save them. She drove those dead children away from him and brought him peace.

Everything about his relationship with Shea had gone wrong. He had inadvertently brought her over without her knowledge or consent. He had not even helped her through the difficult process. Worse, he had abused her whenever his mind fragmented. And now, to add to his long list of sins, he had viciously, joyously eliminated an enemy using her as his guide. He wasn't very good at being a husband.

He'd grown up a criminal. A man who hurt others. A man who destroyed the lives of others. A man who killed. That was who and what he was, and no matter how hard he tried to climb out of that world of blood and treachery, there was no getting out. Never. He didn't have much to live for.

There isn't much left in me at all. Until you. You're the good. Don't take that away from me.

Do you believe there is hope for their race?" The priest made the sign of the cross on her forehead, on the insides of each of her wrists. "You are their hope, Raven. Don't you know that?

I do not deny my past. I have been a great wanderer from what is right, but at least I know it and hope that the knowledge has not come too late.

With an unctuous smile they offer a redemption that is not theirs to bestow and, when questioned, put on the menacing scowl that says, "Oh, so you reject our offer of paradise? Well, in that case we have quite another fate in store for you." Such love! Such care!

Evil and sin weave their way into every aspect of God's creation and every dimension of human personhood and life on earth.

It is well known that great art, great music and great literature can emerge out of great pain. This does not lessen the reality of the suffering of the artist, composer or writer, but it points to something creative and redemptive in the human person, made in the image of God, which can bring forth a thing of beauty in the midst of surrounding ugliness, brutality and evil. Nowhere is this more true than in the book of Lamentations.

La cruz es la demostración definitiva del amor de Dios, el amor del Padre y del Hijo.

FAUSTUS: Where are you damn'd? MEPHISTOPHILIS: In hell. FAUSTUS: How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell? MEPHISTOPHILIS: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it:

Stipendium peccati mors est.

And so it came to pass, that Joshua of Nazareth moved among them, healing them and performing miracles, and all the little blind children of Nicobar did see again, and all the lame did stand up and walk. The little fuckers.   And

I have followed my penis into hell and returned with the story.

Sometimes a guy's past is like a stone around his neck that drags him so far down in the dark, he'll never see light again if he doesn't find a moment to cut it loose.

Learn what you can about Murtagh from this. Then forgive him. And if you can't forgive, at least forget, for he meant you no harm, however rash the act was.

If you honestly feel you have done something so terrible that you cannot be forgiven, then I am willing to share your sins with you. When we die, if we should have to stand before God and be judged, then I will tell him I am as much to blame as you and that half your punishment should be portioned out to me.

Does love survive? Yes, I thought, somewhere in some place it is saved and made sacred.

we were here to become like God. To live like his blessed son. We just needed a few pints of Christ's blood to do so.

Singing about being rescued will never get old. Never.

You spend long moments worrying and wondering only to see the wash up on the shore of a sea of wasted hours. Only to see them stranded on the island of foolishness. He wants that time back. He wants that energy back.

We all make mistakes. There's a place we can take those to. There's a thing we can nail them to." Her eyes close for a moment and she sees the cross in the shadows of the fading light. "You can nail it to the cross and let it go, Dan. You can let someone else take that burden.