Quotes about Redemption
Lord: "I believe You have a plan for my life, so there must be some purpose in my getting fired. Instead of railing against my fate, I humbly ask You to show me the purpose in what has happened." Once he began to believe there had been a reason and some meaning behind what had happened to him, it was easier to rid himself of resentment against his former employers. And once that happened he was "employable" again.
- Norman Vincent Peale
No matter how far away from yourself you may have strayed, there is always a path back. You already know who you are and how to fulfill your destiny. And your ruby slippers are ready to carry you home.
- Oprah Winfrey
Power to destroy, they also have the power to heal.
- Oprah Winfrey
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
- Oscar Wilde
The only difference between saints and sinners is that every saint has a past while every sinner has a future.
- Oscar Wilde
And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal
- Oscar Wilde
All sins, except a sin against itself, Love should forgive. All lives, save loveless lives, true Love should pardon.
- Oscar Wilde
When a golden girl can win Prayer from out the lips of sin, When the barren almond bears, And a little child gives away its tears, Then shall all the house be still And peace come to Canterville.
- Oscar Wilde
Everyone may not be good, but there's always something good in everyone. Never judge anyone shortly because every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
- Oscar Wilde
All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.
- Cormac McCarthy
You never know when you'll be in need of them you've despised
- Cormac McCarthy
Forty minutes later he saw her and stopped and sat the horse and watched. She was riding along a red dirt ridge to the south sitting with her hands crossed on the pommel, looking toward the last of the sun, the horse slogging slowly through the loose sandy dirt, the red stain of it following them in the still air. That's my heart yonder, he told the horse. It always was.
- Cormac McCarthy