Quotes About Redemption

Life is rarely easy, but, with Christ our King, it is always good.

God is forgiving or we would not still be walking this world. But to be moral is not to need his divine forgiveness, I think.

I'm glad I've escaped a hell I had hardly even recognized when I was burning in it.

I won't lie, it was awful, but what was worse was slowly realizing how bad I'd been. How close I'd been to becoming . . . a thing. A senseless monster.

Gina's long dead, and I don't mourn her. I feel so distant that I wouldn't recognize the old me if I passed her on the street. I'm glad I've escaped a hell I had hardly even recognized when I was burning in it. Glad that I've pulled the kids out, too.

You'll leave when your business is done here. It was not quite a question, but Jess treated it as one. I will, he said. I owe it to my father. And you owe me nothing. Jess looked away and fixed his gaze on the broad shape of the Lighthouse tower, where his friends had once held offices. I owe a lot of people a lot of things, he said and wasn't sure if was speaking for himself or his brother. No idea how I'll be able to pay all those debts.

Driver, can you tell him that I'm sorry? I wasn't supposed to be like this. I swear.

Love didn't fail, Constantina. Only one love did. It failed because we asked too much of it, he and I. We each, in our own time, asked it to remake the world.

Nobody's inherently bad, said Annamaria. It's all about the choices we make. And the Deceiver, said Blossom, is always there to whisper the wrong choice in your ear. But I believe remorse can lead to redemption.

The opportunity to love a dog and to treat it with kindness was an opportunity for a lost and selfish human heart to be redeemed. They are powerless and innocent, and it is how we treat the humblest among us that surely determines the fate of our souls. Cinnamon

Ryan's parents, no less than Sam's, were of that portion of the post-war generation that rejected the responsibilities of tradition and embraced entitlement. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was the parent, that his mother and father were the children. Regardless of the consequences of their behavior and decisions, they would see no need for redemption. Giving them the chance to earn it would only offend them.

The past cannot be redeamed. What has been and what might have been both bring us to what is. To know grief, we must be in the river of time, because grief thrives in the present and promises to be with us in the future until the end point. Only time conquers time and its burdens. There is no grief before or after time, which is all the consolation we should need.

Annamaria insists that mere hours earlier, I saved entire cities, sparing many hundreds of thousands from nuclear terrorism. Even if that is most likely true, I feel as though, in the process, I have forfeited a piece of my soul.

She could remain an optimist because she understood that the world was made exclusively for the innocent. Rooms to house the wicked weren't included in the original architecture. Eventually, the world would be remodeled to restore it to its original purpose.

What sucks the worst is…this world was a gift to us, and we broke it, and part of the deal is that if we want things right, we have to fix it ourselves. But we can't. We try, but we can't.

THE EARLY SKY WAS CLEAR AND DEEP. THE snow-mantled meadow lay as bright and clean as the morning after death, when time will have defeated time and all will have been redeemed.

CECILIA RANDALL HAD heard of people who, if granted one wish, would choose to live their lives over again. Not her. She'd be perfectly content to blot just one twelve-month period from her twenty-two years. The past twelve months.

We in Purgatory sing fondly of Hell.

There's been a lie told. I've told it. I'm going to let the truth reclaim me. If I can't survive that process, so be it.

That night I sat in a booth across from Kid Williams, a former boxer. His black hands were lumpy and mutilated. I always had the feeling he might suddenly reach out his hands and strangle me to death. He spoke in two voices. He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.

One that society can't forgive, but I can.

That's what ghosts are—they're testaments to what never should have happened and must be fixed before their spirits leave this world.

Goal 7: That each child grow up free from highly damaging sin

The human being is here to redeem the world.