Quotes About Grudges

Forgiveness opens our hearts to self-love. Many of us carry grudges for years and years. We feel self-righteous because of what they did to us. I call this being stuck in the prison of self-righteous resentment. We get to be right. We never get to be happy.

I often ask clients, "Would you rather be right or would you rather be happy?" We all have opinions on who was right and who was wrong according to our own perceptions, and we can all find ways to justify our feelings. We want to punish others for what they did to us; however, we are the ones running the story over and over in our own minds. It is foolish for us to punish ourselves in the present because someone hurt us in the past.

Now here's a good one: you're lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?

It does not matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.

people who do not forgive are hurting themselves much more than they're hurting others. A person who possesses this characteristic and keeps score in relationships is a person who is emotionally wired to carry all the stress that goes with carrying grudges.

It does no good to forgive and forget today if you're going to remember it again tomorrow. Let it go. It's time.

Grudges are for those who insist that they are owed something; forgiveness, however, is for those who are substantial enough to move on.

When you are able to forgive others, even if they are unapologetic for the wrongs that they have committed against you, only then will your mind truly be free. Those who are willing to hold grudges against those who trespass against them are only doing their own selves a disservice. Being unforgiving to someone doesn't benefit any person at all.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends.

I'm the world's worst bearer of grudges. I'm sure I'll be bearing grudges and paying off old scores on my death-bed.

In rural England, people live wrapped tight in a cocoon; only their eyes move to make sure nobody gets more than themselves. Popular education has not touched them; they communicate as their fathers did by a flick of the eyeballs, passing down grudges either improve upon or, at very least, in mint condition, from generation to generation.

Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.

What do you think Jesus is gonna say if we come walking up to those pearly gates carrying a whole sackful of grievances and grudges on our backs? Jesus is gonna ask, What's that you toting there on your back? Do you want to be opening that sack and showing Him all those ugly things? He's dressed all in white and shining like the sun, and you're coming in with a load of hate in your arms? Umm hmm. I can't imagine doing that.

What do you think Jesus is gonna say if we come walking up to those pearly gates carrying a whole sackful of grievances and grudges on our backs?

Everyone says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive."1

Its funny how you can do nice things for people all the time and they never notice. But once you make one mistake, its never forgotten.

Grudges are a waste of perfect happiness. Laugh when you can. Apologize when you should and let go of what you can't change.

Forgive and forget, and don't hold grudges, because those who hold grudges are immature, those who never forgive are weak, and those who accept things the way they are, are growing.

You will never find true happiness until you come to terms of accepting the bad that has happened to you in life, deeply forgiving yourself and other's for the hurtful things, releasing yourself from that agony by moving forward with out holding on to grudges, regret or shame and learning to give then to receive; then you will surely know what true happiness feels like.

the grudges of gods are as deathless as their flesh,

But the grudges of Gods are as deathless as their flesh...

Centuries had passed. The earth's wounds had healed and the peace had held. But the grudges of gods are as deathless as their flesh...

It's a family that's loaded with grudges and passion. We come from a long line of robbers and highwaymen in Italy, you know. Killers, even.