Atonement Quotations Novels & Stories

“I’m not worthy. But just know… I am truly sorry.” She inhaled shakily. “If we confess our sins, the Lord is faithful and just to forgive us.” She paused, voice almost trembling. “And we must forgive, on a countless number of seventy times seven.” She quoted the Bible quietly, drawing wisdom from the holy book as if clinging to its words. Then she turned toward the door. “Alicia,” Zara called. Alicia stopped. “Those letters in the mailbox… the anonymous dinners…” She turned slowly. “That was you?”

My stomach seems to burn with nausea, but I choose to keep my face in a cold mask of stupid courage. "Because every God needs to experience death to be worthy of what he deserves, love. "Jonathan makes a head movement to keep up with the threat implicit in the words, sounding darker than I remembered it could be. "That doesn't make me feel any gratitude for what you did, if you want to know.”

he desperately hung on the trail of thought that kept him sane before he was pushed back into the realm, the realm that had him pleading to take back control over his body and mind. he rolled over again and again trying to fit into a position that lessened the agony, it was proving futile "for the wages of sin is death and the gift of God is eternal" who was chanting? it was in unison, voices like thousands of flowing waters hitting on rocks, it wasn't him. "God's gift to mankind to purge them of their sins" "I AM TIRED, I DONT WANT THIS" he whimpered "just let me die" "the gift of God maketh rich and added no sorrow"

my family. 'If there is a next life, I want to atone all my sins and become a better person.' "Do it." Jonathan's voice could be heard as he ordered the execution of the malicious woman he despised so much. Yet, despite his disgust toward the woman, his heart grew uncomfortable.

And Nathan—he stood at the front of the choir, expression carefully blank, every muscle in his body strung tight, like a man about to walk into the fire. I’d thought shame would swallow me. Instead, I felt untouchable. Something had cracked open inside me in that bell tower—fear burned away by the wild, desperate way he’d held me, by the way I’d screamed his name to the sky. Now all I wanted was to live in the light, unafraid, to let the world see exactly who I’d become. My father’s sermon was short. His eyes never left me. “The wages of sin is death,” he said, voice trembling. “But there is resurrection for those who seek the truth.”

I certainly didn't look like your typical woman pushing forty coming to see her brother. Not that I was typical in anyway and nor for that matter was my brother Mark, as the two of us had not exactly had an easy path to where we are now. As I finished my little tour I sat back down and as was impossible not to do when visiting home I caught my mind drifting towards the past. Whenever I allow this to happen I am reminded of a quote from Milton's Paradise Lost: "Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light."

He won’t know what’s coming for him. “Peace I leave with you,” my voice boomed into the mic, quieting down the whispers going around the hall. I eyed the paper set in front of me and realised that this was my speech. Skimming through it, I decided against it, pushing it aside before meeting the world in the eyes. “My peace I give to you. Not as the world…giveth; give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither…let it be afraid.” I see the pope nodding his head with a smile of his own, no doubt recognising the script. “John 14;27. My mother’s all-time favourite verse in the Bible,” I bring my hand to my chest, right where my heart is. Above the chain tattoo, I’d tattooed the very same

Dylan urges and emphasizes on the last word. We shift into our wolf forms and run,leaving dead bodies and the injured behind. What's that quote that they always say about revenge? Something along the lines of : "love is sweet but revenge is sweeter." They were right about that! ____________________________________ Hope

Boma found she could not say a word after his smooth delivery of the event from the book of Genesis in the bible. Since he was quoting scenes from there, she decided to shoot her shot. "There is also the advice from our Lord to forgive seventy times sev-" "I am not here to trade words with you from the scriptures so let's not go there. You've got what you came for and your tutor's penalty has been reduced." Boma decided not to push her luck further. "Thank you." She said "Can I see her?" "Oh, sure, I was about to get to that part."

He drops to the ground, and I see a flash of another body – bloody, human, hands raised, begging for mercy… My hands start to shake, and I grab Christian by the throat, long before he can stand. “Atonement. This will make it right.” “Another death?” he gasps, blinking in disorientation, even though that sizzling, bloody mark on his temple is already healing. “How could that make right any sin? Whatever you’ve done--” “Shut-up! This is not murder. You are already dead, you evil abomination--” “And you’re rambling,” he cuts me off, eyes holding mine. “And still, so very much, hesitating.”