Irredeemable Quotes

“When we are unaware of the substance and importance of our choices, we may fall victim to errors of omission or missed opportunities. If awareness arrives too late, the actions we have not taken or the words that were left unspoken may squeeze us into an irreversible void. Lateness can imply irredeemable failure. ("Island of regret.- Island of remorse.")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“A hanging typically occurs after someone is found guilty in the eyes of the law and irredeemable in the eyes of society. A lynching is the killing of an individual for how they look and what they represent to a vigilante mob.”
― Stewart Stafford

“If I carried Catherine to the top of Mount Corcovado and placed her before the statue of Christ the Redeemer, Jesus would close his eyes and turn his back on her. If she touched his feet, the six million stone tiles that covered the religious figure would catch fire and fall like fiery rain,”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Finding Gideon

“You might have them all fooled, but I know the truth. You are ugly on the inside. A worthless soul who will never find redemption.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“"Eva?" the monster whispered, feathering a panicked touch to her cheek. Her color was fading, a deathly pallor swallowing the rosy hue of sun-touched skin. "Wake up," it pleaded weakly, cradling the back of her neck to prevent her head from lolling. Salt burned the corners of its eyes. Strange, how tears could hurt sometimes.
With a little sob, the monster repositioned Eva on the grass and pressed both palms to the wound in her side. The gentle pressure made Eva convulse, her eyes slitting open.
She moaned.
"I’m sorry." The monster couldn’t tell where its panic ended and Arthur’s began. The level of terror coursing through their shared being was so violent it made the monster nauseous. "I’m so sorry. But you’ve got to stay awake for me.” It scrubbed under its eyes, clearing the blurriness away, tasting salt. "You have to stay.”
Eva’s lips parted, but no sound came out. The monster stripped off Arthur’s shirt and balled it up, then pressed it to her wound. "Come on, Freckles,” it choked out.
The monster had never prayed before. What was a creature like it supposed to do with God, anyway? But it firmly believed that if anyone should curry divine favor, it was Arthur’s bee girl.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“I could almost take it if you were just a spoiled idiot who can’t drive worth a crap and damn near broke my sister’s leg off. Who lost half our money. And pissed away even more. I’ve been wanting you gone since that prohi told me you tipped him off about Daddy’s still,” she went on. “And to think we welcomed you into our family after you got him killed.”
“Now, hold on.” Jed backed slowly toward the opening of the loft. “You all didn’t ‘welcome’ me into this fucked-up family. Your daddy didn’t want me anywhere near it. And as I recall, there was a gun to my head at the wedding. Or at least pointed at some vital organ—”
“That’s been the real problem,” Shine interrupted. “The wedding. You married my sister. Who loved you, for some reason. Thought a leopard could change his spots, I guess. Instead, you cheated on her. But even with all your sins, shortcomings and sheer stupidity, I could’ve let bygones be bygones.”
She pulled the pistol from the pocket of her overalls.
“Whoa! Let’s not get crazy,” Jed stammered, smirk suddenly replaced with fear.
“But now you’ve gone and laid hands on her.” Shine shook her head slowly, as though regretful of what she was going to say next. Even though she wasn’t— not by a long shot. “She’s better off without you. We all are.”
― Michelle Collins Anderson, The Moonshine Women

“What… am I supposed to say?” Jed whined. “I never been much for writing.”
“Well, you can start with ‘Dear Elsie’ and continue with how sorry you are,” Shine said stonily. “Sorry for not being the man and husband you needed to be. And for letting down Hi. Sorry for hurting her. For hurting the entire family. And for breaking her heart in pieces.”
“Hold on, you’re going too fast,” Jed said, hands shaking as he tried to still the paper and write. “I can’t keep up.”
“Ha!” said Shine. “You never could. Wrap it up with the fact that she will be better off without you; the whole world will be.”
― Michelle Collins Anderson, The Moonshine Women

“Well, that’s about the size of it. You haven’t been good to me. Or Hi. And the world would be a better place without you. At least, our corner of it.”
“Elsie, come on. We can figure this out.” Jed recovered his swagger, despite the piss-stained pants. That confidence that he could charm his way out of the situation, even one as sad and dire as this one.
“Get out,” she said. “And don’t ever show your face around here again. Or in Kinney. Or anywhere there’s a person who knows you. You’re dead to me. And if you show up again, I can guarantee you’ll be dead to everyone else, too. Graveyard dead.
“I won’t save you from the Strong sisters a second time.”
She looked at the note in her hand, folded it. “Your parents will be sad to read this. But they love Hi. Don’t worry. We’ll be more than all right without you.”
Jed’s face registered first shock, incredulity. And then: anger. He looked furiously from sister to sister, hoping for a chink in the mortar, a break in the wall of their solidarity.
None was forthcoming.
He shook his head. “You Strongs think you’ve got it all figured out, and better’n everyone else. Even God Almighty. I’m glad to be rid of the lot of you.”
He started toward the loft door but then paused, glancing towards Shine’s pistol, which still lay on the floor.
“Don’t even think about it,” Rebecca said. “And leave your nag where she is or I’ll shoot her out from under you. Dead men don’t have need of horses. You’re lucky to walk out of here on your own two feet.
“And no necktie.”
― Michelle Collins Anderson, The Moonshine Women