Not about the perversities of others, not about their sins of commission or omission, but about his own misdeeds and negligences alone should a sage be worried.
Jesus died to forgive our sins. Dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not committing them?
The main thing between you and God is not so much your sins; it's your damnable good works.
Our nation's oldest sin and deepest crime is the isolation of minority children - black children, in particular - in schools that are not only segregated but shamefully unequal.
Chuck Noland: We live and we die by time, and we must not commit the sin of turning our back on time.
I read my Bible and I pray and all of that. I really do. But at the same time, I don't think being gay is a sin. Period.
I find many drawbacks of myself. But, each time when I visit Lourdes, I receive a lesson of reconciliation. When you see ill people or invalids around, you realize that it is a sin to complain!
Despite the slowness, the infidelity, the errors and sins it committed and might still commit against its members, the Church, trust me, has no other meaning and goal but to live and witness Jesus.
Dae-su Oh: I thought I'd lived a simple life. But I've sinned too much
[voiceover] John Hartigan: I take away his weapon. [shoots Junior's hand] John Hartigan: [pauses] Both of them. [shoots Junior's groin]
John Hartigan: And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God.
Dwight: The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I.
John Hartigan: Skinny little Nancy Callahan. She grew up. She filled out.
Marv: [to Kevin] I got you now, ya little bastard. Let's see you hop around now.
Marv: Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here.
John Hartigan: [pounding Yellow Bastard into floor] John Hartigan: [shouts] Eight long years, you son of a bitch!
Cop: Sir! There's no sign of the target. Marv: Here's a sign. [comes up behind cop and swings hatchet into the cop's crotch]
John Hartigan: [after pounding Roark Jr.'s head to mush] So long, Junior. Been a pleasure.
Shellie: Forget it, man, You can bang on that door *all* night if you want. There's no way in hell I'm letting you in.
Shellie: You brought your whole pack with you? None of these losers got lives, they gotta hang with you?
The Customer: Are you as bored of that crowd as I am? The Salesman: I didn't come here for the party... I came here for you.
