1 But God had promised to forgive him if he was sorry.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 He would know then what was the sin of Simon Magus and what the sin against the Holy Ghost for which there was no forgiveness.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 3 You had the minister of God to preach to you, to call you back when you had strayed, to forgive you your sins, no matter how many, how abominable, if only you had confessed and repented.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 Blinded by his tears and by the light of God's mercifulness he bent his head and heard the grave words of absolution spoken and saw the priest's hand raised above him in token of forgiveness.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 5 Far away from there in some dark place he would murmur out his own shame; and he besought God humbly not to be offended with him if he did not dare to confess in the college chapel and in utter abjection of spirit he craved forgiveness mutely of the boyish hearts about him.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 His soul was foul with sin and he dared not ask forgiveness with the simple trust of those whom Jesus, in the mysterious ways of God, had called first to His side, the carpenters, the fishermen, poor and simple people following a lowly trade, handling and shaping the wood of trees, mending their nets with patience.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 That was the work of devils, to scatter his thoughts and over-cloud his conscience, assailing him at the gates of the cowardly and sin-corrupted flesh: and, praying God timidly to forgive him his weakness, he crawled up on to the bed and, wrapping the blankets closely about him, covered his face again with his hands.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 8 He believed this all the more, and with trepidation, because of the divine gloom and silence wherein dwelt the unseen Paraclete, Whose symbols were a dove and a mighty wind, to sin against Whom was a sin beyond forgiveness, the eternal mysterious secret Being to Whom, as God, the priests offered up mass once a year, robed in the scarlet of the tongues of fire.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4