Quotes About Forgiveness

He wasn't going to pretend it hadn't hurt to hear it, but he wouldn't let himself be angry; that would help neither of them.

You'll lie wi' me now," he said quietly. "And I shall use ye as I must. And if you'll have your revenge for it, then take it and welcome, for my soul is yours, in all the black corners of it.

You mustn't hit him again, Grand-père," Germain said earnestly, breaking the silence. "He's a very good man, and I'm sure he won't take Grannie to bed anymore, now that you're home to do it.

O verdadeiro perdão não é forçado - disse -, mas cai como o suave sereno do céu...

The sins of the fathers," I murmured to myself. "The sins of the fathers shall not be visited upon the children.

Call it fate," Claire had said, looking at him with a hawk's eye, the one that sees from far above, so far above, maybe, that what seems mercilessness is truly compassion. "Or call it bad luck. But it wasn't your fault. Or hers.

Did ye not mean to go to Confession yourself?" Jamie asked, stopping near the church's main door. There was a priest in the confessional; two or three people stood a discreet distance away from the carved wooden stall, out of earshot, waiting. "It'll bide," Ian said, with a shrug. "If ye're goin' to hell, I might as well go, too. God knows, ye'll never manage alone." Jamie

Then ye live with it, laddie, he said softly. That's all.

Nós dois já temos fantasmas suficientes, Sassenach. Se os males do passado não podem nos estorvar, também qualquer medo do futuro não deve fazê-lo. Temos apenas que esquecer tudo que ficou para trás e seguir em frente. Sim?

Wengeful," she said. "Wery wengeful, 'e is. But oo'd blame him?" Oo, indeed? (A Fugitive Green)

But places held tight to the things that had happened in them, and to come again to a place you had once lived was to be brought face-to-face with what you had done there and who you had been.

I'm sorry," I added. "Really, Jamie, I couldn't help it.

Soeur Emmanuelle?" she said very softly, and gently, slowly, laid her hands on her mother's shoulders, fragile under the white cloth. She swallowed hard, so her voice wouldn't shake. "You are forgiven." (A Fugitive Green)

You don't suppose she'd try to—to get Ian back?" "She didna want him when she put him out of her house," Jamie pointed out. "Why would she now?" I looked at him over the rim of my second—or possibly third—glass. "How little you know of women, my love," I said, shaking my head in mock dismay. "And after all these years.

He hadn't seen—or heard from—Grey since that day. Had the man been nursing a grudge all this time and finally decided to put paid to Jamie Fraser's account, once and for all? It was the most likely explanation—and unforgivable things had been said on both sides. Worse, both of them had meant the things they said, and both of them knew it. No excuse of hot blood speaking—though, in all justice, his own blood had boiled, and Ã¢â'¬Â¦

what he had learned himself by pain and grace? That only by forgiveness could she forget – and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

Scots have long memories, and they're not the most forgiving of people.

I bring ye your vengeance, lady," he said, as quietly as I'd ever heard him speak. He straightened and inclined his head in turn to Mary and Mrs. Munro. "And justice for the wrong done to ye.

He realized suddenly that every fragment of Fraser's being was focused on the scene outside. Of course; he had not seen Willie since the boy was twelve. And to see the two together—his daughter and the son he could never speak to or acknowledge. He would have touched Fraser, put a hand on his arm in sympathy, but knowing the probable effect of his touch, forbore to do it.

That only by forgiveness could she forget - and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

no matter how much a man may try to do what is right, the outcome may not be one that he either foresees or desires. And that's grounds for regret—sometimes verra great regret," he added more softly, "but not for everlasting guilt. For it is there we must throw ourselves on God's mercy and hope to receive it.

in my arrogance I had omitted to make proper sacrifice—for

I had worn that gold ring for nearly thirty years; token of vows taken, forsaken, renewed, and at last absolved. A token of marriage, of family; of a large part of my life. And the last trace of Frank—whom, in spite of everything, I had loved. Jamie

So you don't think the sins of the fathers should be visited upon the children?" Grey sighed, pressing his shoulders against the chair to ease the stiffness in his back. "If they were, I should think humanity would have ceased to exist by now, pressed back into the earth by the accumulated weight of inherited evil.