Quotes About Redemption

There was grace in second chances and foolishness in third.

I don't know about normal human beings, but for alcoholics it's lethal. A secret that rotten will drive you to drink. And the drink will drive you to your grave. But not before it steals everything from you. Your loved ones, your job, your home. Your dignity. And finally, your life.

Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive,

Regret for things said, for things done, and not done. Regret for the people they might have been. And failed to be.

The bishop-that-burneth.

But the woman he knew and loved had been swallowed up. Like Jonah. Her white whale of sorrow and loss in an ocean of body fluid.

Besides, while Gamache wanted very much to solve the crime, he didn't want to lose his soul in the process. He suspected there were enough lost souls already.

The vast majority of troubled people don't get it. The fault is here, but so is the solution. That's the grace.

There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole".

There was, or could be, outright danger. Believing a person capable of redemption when they'd proven they were not.

I just sit where I'm put, composed of stone and wishful thinking: That the deity that kills for pleasure will also heal, That in the midst of your nightmare, the final one, a kind lion will come with bandages in her mouth And lick you clean of fever, And pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck, And caress you into darkness and paradise.

No man is as bad as the worst thing he's done.

No man is as bad as the worst thing he's done." "Why would he quote a death-row nun?" asked Joan.

God sends drunks blackouts because if they knew what they had done they would surely die of shame.

The first step in a person's salvation is knowledge of their sin.

the saint of lost things, and lost causes too

stirred to action, and he was minded to make amends to the memory of her who had done so much for him. At his instigation Isabeau carried her daughter's appeal to Rome.

There was a look in their eyes, sometimes . . . They weren't dreading the trigger being pulled, even if the gun was already pointed at them. It was as if they ran toward it. I could not fathom this, at first. How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

Jenna lost her mother. I lost my credibility. Virgil lost his faith. We've all got missing pieces. But for a little while, I believed that, together, we might be whole.

So you believe people can't change? That once you do a bad thing, you're a bad person? I don't know, I admit.But I do think that some stains never wash out.

He couldn't live a life worth saving, and he couldn't save a life worth living.

I kept hoping, silently, that you would want to save her like you hadn't been able to save yourself.

Some stains never wash out.

Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me. It's saying, You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.