Atonement Quotes Book Novels & Stories

He gazed once again Into the void of night, feeling dwarfed by the events he had put into motion. Five hundred miles away, the albino named Amorth stood over a small basin of water and dabbed the blood from his back, watching the patterns of red spinning in the water. Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean, he prayed, quoting Psalms. Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

With trembling fingers, she fastened the pendant around her neck, the metal settling against her skin like a gentle caress. As the pendant settled against her skin, Athena felt a surge of comfort and reassurance. She closed her eyes, her senses heightened, and breathed in the scent of the wildflowers. The fragrance transported her to a moonlit meadow, where Tristan's warm arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Lucas's gentle voice broke the spell, his words soft and soothing. "Cathryn said to tell you, 'Hope shines brightest in darkness.'" Athena's eyes opened, her gaze meeting Lucas's. Tears pricked at the corners, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Lucas. This means more th

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“Page 157, paragraph one, ‘Those who desired malevolence left my path for fathoming devastation for I, who guided you on righteous must halt before my wrath.’” He paused, noticing his quote gained attention and continued. “For the swore you sealed for eternity to exterminate what I detest; darkness. Do not extend your hand towards it. Ever.” He finished repeating the highlighted part of the book Kriss was reading, explaining the whole five hundred pages in one quote. “Extend your hands towards darkness? Why would anyone want to?” Kriss asked, furrowing his brows. “Brother.” Tristan called, motioning Zadicus to pick where he left off.

His eyes looked hungry when he saw me. "Come here Michael," he said quietly. "Tonight we finish your penance properly." I walked up the steps until I stood right in front of him. The altar felt cold under my hands when I touched it. Father Elias opened the Bible and turned to a page he had marked. He read the verse in his deep calm voice. "Romans 6 verse 13. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness."

I demand, holding it until he takes hold of it. “For God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life” Thane reads the first chapter, halting as he stares at me. “Go on” I say, pointing towards the bible.

I could only recall a bible quotation, maybe the book of the Bible where it can be found, but not the exact reference. When I came, they had just finished a round where anyone interested would come out and quote a scripture with its exact reference. What they were doing when I came was the leader would either quote a scripture and someone would tell him where it's found or he would mention a reference and someone would tell him, the scripture there. "Galatians 2:20?" "I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live, yet not I, but Christ lives in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me"

"God's a wonderful man, All of you will agree with me this God of ours doesn't take something good without something better in return," he beamed one of those contagious smiles he ever owned, "he is the way, the truth and the light. He keeps not a record of our sins. Can somebody say a big Amen to that?" "Amen," Came the congregational chorus.

“Our mate doesn’t.” “We haven’t even given him the opportunity to know us.” Theia argues. “We haven’t even been around him. Allowed to bond and be close. To mark one another.” “The book.” The thought strikes me like lightning. I pull the book out of my hiding space. Small gold lettering appears on the cover. “The Covenant of the Coven.” I read aloud. I open the book to the cover page and read. “Forsake your selfish endeavors! The covenant shall be made to the Coven, not to oneself!

She was about to confront him and ask if she could speak to Helena alone, but he made a small noise of triumph and pulled a book from the shelf. "I know how much you love poetry. My agents said that you often read history, philosophy, and all manner of literature, but you especially love poetry. The great Dante Alighieri is one of your favorites, yes?" Severus held a small leather-bound book with such care. It looked rather old but well-loved. "Yes, of course. I love Dante's work." Sidia looked for the book's title, but Severus's hands obscured the embellishments. Without looking at the pages, he stared deep into her eyes and quoted, "In that book which is my memory, on the first page of the