Atonement Quotes Book Novels & Stories

“To any who wish to enter here, do this with a clear heart and mind. None can move forward with dark intentions, to do so will be to accept one’s demise.” He looked around the group. The expressions were vague and Luca might guess a little fearful. Curious, he thought. “Shall I go on?” He asked and looked each in the eye. He received a nod from all with the briefest of hesitation from Aquina. “To seek out glory, truth, and valor are noble but this path will lead you past those and into wealth, healing, and life immortal.” Luca paused and looked a little squeamish. “I am afraid I cannot turn any more pages. They are fiercely stuck and I feel to force them apart would destroy them. Let u

"Dear God, I don't know if you have been warned, but your name is in several quotes in this book. We, the crazy humans, write, and all the people you made in your image continue to believe that this garbage is real "he recited in a melancholic and soft tone, looking down, focused on the fingers that played the guitar. "Well, I know that nothing in the holy book is true, and so are you, dear God. So, I must say, I don't believe in you, God.”

"Marco, Matthew is the first book in the new testament." He glanced at me and then turned back to his bible, nodding his head in satisfaction when he finally got to the verse he was looking for and stared at it, for a long time, before proceeding to another passage which the pastor had called. I didn't hear what he said but I think Marco was searching for Obadiah or Ezekiel in the New Testament now. "Let's invite Mr Saint D'Angelo for the benediction and prayers for sinners." The man in front of me stood up and I scoffed lightly as I did what all the other members of the large beautiful church did. Standing up.

(Numbers 6:24–26 — the priestly blessing given to the Levites) With the sound of the ram’s horn, he anointed Ayman with oil — his forehead, his hands, his heart. “Blessed is the one who fights for justice under the banner of Christ. “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.” (Psalm 20:7) “Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit,” says the Lord of Hosts. (Zechariah 4:6)

Ewan There’s nothing like bringing justice to those who cannot do it for themselves that makes satisfaction course through my veins. Dalton Corleone and Bonnie Corleone are going to receive a bit of that justice tonight, and I cannot be any more delighted. I watch as the couple sits comfortably in their large mansion, feasting and rebelling while their victims fester in the bowels of their underground torture chamber. Dalton and Bonnie are sociopaths. As a couple, they work with charities under the guise of humanitarianism, but in real life, they’re monsters. They own several homeless shelters and food pantries around the country, which they use for the sole purpose of choosing a victim. The

You said in your words that, " Though your sins are as red as crimson... I shall cleanse it and you shall be as white as snow. " I'm sorry... For everything. Please forgive me. Please remove this guilt from me... Forgive me. I am deeply sorry... Have mercy on me. Blot out my sins. Cleanse me and I shall be as white as snow. I promise not to go back to my sinful ways again.. I promise to be atone for my sins and become a better person. Blood of Jesus... Wash me clean and I shall be free. Thank you, Lord, for answering prayers. Amen.

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.

Their time together lessened, but their bond only deepened. They cherished what they had, every second of it, as though fate might snatch it away again. --- One evening, while organizing books in the library, Arthur found an old copy of Augustine’s Confessions. The book was worn and dusty, but as he flipped through it, a torn paper slipped out. It was a prayer scribbled in delicate handwriting: “Lord, if ever I am found worthy of joy again, let it be a joy I can share, not hoard. Let my love be pure, not penance.”

I don’t reply and he sucks in a breath, and I hear him head to the door. “Good night.” He says quietly. I don’t reply. The door opens and I close my eyes as it shuts with a small snap. I drop onto the sofa, gripping the edges as I hang my head. Atticus has an almost identical birthmark. There are three points. The Sublime Triquetra… Repercussion, Retribution and Redemption. The Sable Triquetra… Revenge, Retribution and Rebirth Trifecta needed to purge the world.

None of his books went unnumbered. The first page of the jotter had his mom's full name boldly written at the top in her calligraphic handwriting: 'From Victoria Sarah Ijeoma Edochie.' And, surprisingly, below it was his name: 'To Joel Chukwuebuka Edochie'. His brows dipped and he flipped to the other side. "Romans 10 vs 11: For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth in him shall not be ashamed." Undoubtedly, this was hers because this used to be her favorite quote from the Bible.