Quotes About Forgiveness

We're all terrible people. Eventually, we all become terrible, maybe around the middle of our lives, and then, if we're lucky, we have time to find a way to be good again.

Memories aren't rags that come clean with enough ringing.

When you can't find a remedy for your pain, you look for someone to blame.

But love flowed into the apology, to coddle and mollify the guilt.

Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?

Hurt people hurt people.

A person should be grateful to the Holy One, blessed be He, when afflictions come upon him. Why? Because these afflictions draw a man to God. (Tanhuma, Ki Taitzai, 2) A person should rejoice when afflictions come upon him more so than when good comes to him. Because when good comes to you, sins are not forgiven; but when you receive afflictions [with love], your sins are forgiven. (Sifre, V'etchanan, 32)

and Catholics give out forgiveness at about the same rate as politicians give out promises and whores give out)

This was one of the little ways in which he said sorry. They were meant to add up each day.

Secondo l'esperienza di Archie, qualunque cosa dotata di memoria lunga mantiene i rancori, e non va per niente bene tenere animaletti domestici con ragioni di rancore (quella volta mi hai dato il cibo sbagliato, quell'altra mi hai fatto il bagno).

When you are guilty, all you can ask for is a deferral of the judgement. 'Whatever

Kiki began to giggle. Now Howard let go of Zora and held his wife instead, gripping he from behind. His arms could not go entirely around her, but still they walked in this manner down the small hill towards the gates of the park. This was one of the little ways in which eh said sorry. They were meant to add up each day.

Not even the Catholics would forgive them for it (and Catholics give out forgiveness at about the same rate politicians give out promises and whores give out)

And you must forget what you are—were—I mean, and be happy. When you remember that old life you are bitter, and it hurts me.

I must tell you—because you mightn't come back, she whispered. You must know what—what I think of your goodness—of you. Always I've been tongue-tied. I seemed not to be grateful. It was deep in my heart. Even now—if I were other than I am—I couldn't tell you. But I'm nothing—only a rustler's girl—nameless—infamous. You've saved me—

Oh, Glenn!--forgive--me! she faltered. I was only--talking. What do I know? Oh, I am blind--blind and little!

Unless you begin to control your temper, to forget yourself, to kill your wild impulses, to be kind, to learn what love is--you'll never last!...

Bern, it's divine to forgive your enemies. 'Let not the sun go down upon thy wrath.

Aw, git reconciled!.. You can't git her wid no fish sandwich.

She hated the old woman who had twisted her so in the name of love. Most humans didn't love one another nohow, and this mislove was so strong that even common blood couldn't overcome it all the time.

Not every skunk in the world rates a first-class killing. Hanging is too good for some folks. They just need their behinds kicked.

Papa used to shake his head at this and say, "What's de use of me taking my fist to a poor weakly thing like a woman? Anyhow, you got to submit yourself to 'em, so there ain't no use in beating on 'em and then have to go back and beg 'em pardon.

Have I made mistakes? Yes, I have. And I admit those.

I pretty much adore all my exes. I try to stay friends with them if I can.