Quotes About Forgiveness

In my view, it was no accident that Nelson Mandela was chosen by God to lead the people of South Africa. There are very few people who could be imprisoned, kept away from their family and loved ones, and exit that same prison with such a powerful spirit of love and a desire for reconciliation.

Love forgives all things. You don't even need to ask.

Bitterly I wondered if Hardy was going to overshadow every relationship for the rest of my life, haunting me like a ghost. I didn't know how to let him go. I'd never even had him.

I don't know if I'm ready,' Poppy protested. 'Why must I do it so soon? There's no time limit for forgiveness, is there?' 'Sometimes there is.

You don't have to apologize for disliking me, only for being discourteous.

Kindness counts the most when it's given to people who don't deserve it.

In Jack's view, you were obliged to sin on Saturday night so you'd have something to atone for Sunday morning.

Guilt often takes the form of anger.

You're still our sister," Pandora said. "It doesn't matter to me whether you were sired by our old terrible father, or your new terrible father." "I didn't need the extra one," Helen said glumly.

A gorgeous woman was never expected to be smart, and if she was, most people found it off-putting. There was only so much good fortune a normal person could forgive in another

Rijetko kad mi se ljudi ne dopadaju zbog osobina koje ne mogu promijeniti. Obi?no daju dovoljno povoda da ih ne zavolim iz posve druk?ijih razloga.

After I calmed down a little and had a chance to think, I figured . . . I love you enough to try and deserve you. I would do anything, be anything, for you. Last night I went to your apartment to beg you to give me another chance. I was shaking in my boots, thinking you might not forgive me for Friday night.

We're both going to hell," Kathleen said as he kissed along the seam of her clenched thighs. "I've always assumed I would." Devon didn't sound all troubled by the prospect.

I was..sorry that you had been in prison camp.." "A reassuring sentiment, coming from my wife. Anything else?

A toast to the engagement on your former fiance and your former best friend. Tell me, how hard did you have to grit your teeth?" As Lucy refused to answer, he laughed softly. "Forgive me. I don't mean to detract from your noble gesture.

What did I do to deserve that?" he demanded. West's mouth twitched. "Aside from saying you were going to cast her out and destroy her home?" "I apologized!" "Never apologize to women. It only confirms that you were wrong, and incenses them further.

Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes." Leo Hathaway

I will never forget that you took away the man I loved and put yourself in his place. I'm not certain I can ever forgive you for that. The only thing I am absolutely certain of is that I will never love you. Do you still want to marry me?" "Yes," Harry said without hesitation. "I've never wanted to be loved. And God knows no one's done it yet.

An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind

I thought I should be the one to tell you," Sam said. "Sorry. It's not like you were the most faithful husband

All the people in your life are truly doing the best they can with what they have. People can only love you to the capacity that they are able to love themselves. They can only forgive and embrace you to the capacity that they are able to forgive and embrace themselves. They can only give you what they have the capacity to give. You may think that you deserve more, and you may be correct. But that means nothing if a person simply doesn't have the ability to give it to you.

When you give yourself permission to have made mistakes in the past—when you begin to trust yourself about making new choices—that's when your intuition becomes reliable and trustworthy.

Murderers — serving life sentences — were caring for their dying fellow inmates. Washing their bed-sore covered bodies, changing their diapers, holding their hands while they took their last breath. It was the other side of death, not the one at the end of a sudden muzzle flash, but the slow and wrenching kind, leaving plenty of time for hard reflection.

Memories are the enemies that never die," he says, turning away and shoving open his door, leaving me with the pain carved in those words that I am fairly certain he didn't want me to hear. But I did, and they speak to me, diving deep in my soul with the blood of my own loss, and taking root. I say I want my memories back, but I'm not so sure I really do. It's an idea I reject as I shove open my door and stand.