Quotes About Reconciliation

How can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God? There is no one, no entity or higher form that she can appeal to, or be reconciled with, or that can forgive her. There is nothing outside her. In her imagination she has set the limits and the terms. No atonement for God, or novelists, even if they are atheists. It was always an impossible task, and that was precisely the point. The attempt was all.

An apology is not the second way in.

An emotional debt is hard to square.

No longer a jewel thief; once again my mama's son.

out that my father is in the hospital with lung cancer. No one in my family wanted to tell me about it. My niece who I hadn't talked to in years wrote me a letter to tell me that my dad had cancer and he needed a lung transplant. She said he was already skinny as a toothpick.

Because it was at Corcoran—on the Level II yard—that I immediately ran across some guys I'd known in

Enemies are often former or potential friends who have been denied - or think that they have been denied - something.

father when I was a boy you left us now I forgive you

With vision only, you get no follow-through. With enforcers only, the vision is realized but leaves a lot of wreckage. Good chaplains pick up the pieces and put everything together again.

Thank you, Lord, for never turning me away. For never getting scared, for never lashing out when I hurt you, for always being there with arms wide open, ready to take me back.

I decided to find you, throw myself at your feet, and beg you to have mercy on me. Honestly, I'll accept whatever you choose, Kelsey. Just don't ask me to live apart from you again. Because...I can't.

Hold out your hand and shake the hand of your opponents just as sincerely as your supporters.

More joyful is life if you love thy enemy.

Shake the hands of those you hate, and you will thank me.

The military stand is that reconciliation is only possible after justice is served.

Your brother beat him almost to death, Temujin. He held him and kicked him until he cried like a child. He is afraid of you, so he hates you. It would be wrong to hurt him again. It would be like beating a dog after it has loosed it's bladder. The spirit is already broken in him.

She flinched, but there was no return of warmth to her lovely, cool features. The ground seemed to open beneath Thomas. A black abyss yawned at his feet and he was teetering, off balance with no handholds in sight. "Fia, please. You can't condemn me for misjudging you. You can't throw away what we have, what we are together, because I doubted

Reconciliation should be accompanied by justice, otherwise it will not last. While we all hope for peace it shouldn't be peace at any cost but peace based on principle, on justice.

on forgiveness) Didn't he and I stand together before an all seeing God convicted of the same murder? For I had murdered him with my heart and my tongue.

And for all these people alike, the key to healing turned out to be the same. Each had a hurt he had to forgive.

I felt resolved to give up every thing, and seek to be reconciled to God. That fear, which I had ever felt, that others would know I was serious, now vanished away, and I was willing that the whole universe should know that I felt myself to be lost and perishing sinner

Lane closed her eyes and pressed her lips together at the sound of the nickname, a thousand memories whirling through her mind. He hadn't meant it to hurt her, but even the smallest nick could reopen old wounds.

When you cry out to God for forgiveness, he doesn't remember your sins. They are gone. Forgiven. Washed away. And forgotten. In the same way that the coal removed Isaiah's guilt and sin, the blood of Jesus takes away ours.

God loves you so much that he's searching the wild, dark night to save you. He's moving all his furniture and tearing up the carpet simply to reach you. God is watching every moment of every day, waiting for you to return home, and when you're yet only a dot on the horizon, he'll sprint toward you, his arms flung wide and a joyous grin lighting his face.