Quotes About Forgiveness

Josie, life is not a Mills and Boon book. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.

You can't go around feeling too much", Captain Travanion had explained watching a moment to ensure the man was indeed dead. "Because if you feel too much, enough to want to kill them so savagely then one day you are going to feel enough to spare their lives.

Once, last year, I started going through my sins and Father Stephen said, "Oh, it's you, Josie." Can you believe it? He recognised me by my sins. I'm so boring that I can't even change my sins from term to term.

Guilt is the greatest monster. Remorse, a killer. But the worst are the memories. Yet sometimes, they are the only things that keep our people alive.

And do you want to hear something that was breaking my heart, day after day? I forgot the faces of my granddaughters in all that hatred. Hatred smothers all beauty. Beloved Isaboe has little resemblance to her older sisters, but your Phaedra — she made me remember those precious, precious girls, and I wasn't angry anymore. I just missed them, and it's the beauty in here," she said, pointing to her chest, "that made me remember them. Her beauty.

Guilt is a burden, so forgive yourself for the mistakes.

People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it hard to forgive.

And then the Charynite last borns were lifting Quintana on their shoulders and the Lumaterans had Froi on theirs, and she was laughing and he thought he'd never seen her look so beautiful. And over everyone's heads, Froi could see Gargarin and Arjuro staring up at her with their bittersweet smiles, and Froi imagined two boys with the same face all those years ago in a filthy cave beneath the swamps of Abroi, praying for a better life.

Suddenly the strangeness of Quintana of Charyn's face made sense. Because it was a face meant for laughing, but it had never been given a chance. It robbed Phaedra of her breath.

We'd go to bed furious with each other, and then she'd wake me in the middle of the night and come and lie on my bed and we'd talk for hours, about nothing and everything, and she'd let me touch the scars on her stomach—the scars from where they cut me out of her.

Recuerdo amor. Es lo que tengo que seguir recordándome. Es gracioso cómo puedes olvidarlo todo, excepto el amor de las personas que te han querido. Tal vez por eso a los humanos nos cuesta tanto recuperarnos de las historias de amor. No es el dolor lo que tratan de superar, es el amor.

According to Dickens, the first rule of human nature is self-preservation and when I forgive him for writing a character as pathetic as Oliver Twist, I'll thank him for the advice.

He knows no other way but ugliness," Sir Topher said quietly. "He was taught no other lessons but those of force. His teachers have been scum who live by their own rules. No one has ever taught him otherwise." "Am I to forgive him?" she said, her voice shaking with anger. "No," he said sadly. "Pity him. Or give him new rules.

Josie, life is not a romance novel. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.

That she would never see the moments in my life that were full of neglect and fear and revulsion, moments I can never go back to because I know they will slow me down for the rest lf my life if I let myself remember them for one moment

I wanted to say, 'Your face has been taken by another, so I've forgotten the malice in your eyes and the bitterness of your mouth.

You don't speak to him for eighteen years, and you still share a whistle? Froi whispered. Nothing wrong with a whistle. Froi chuckled.

Recuerdo amor. Es lo que tengo que seguir recordándome. Es gracioso cómo puedes olvidarlo todo, excepto el amor de las personas que te han querido. Tal vez por eso a los humanos nos cuesta tanto recuperarnos de las historias de amor. No es el dolor lo que tratan de superar, es el amo.

Que no viera nunca los momentos de mi vida que han estado llenos de negligencia, miedo y repulsión, momentos a los que nunca podré volver, porque sé que me entorpecerán el resto de mi vida si me permito recordarlos un solo instante.

It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?

When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life. That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin. And this was her penance. Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.

never put you first again. And for that, I'm truly sorry. You deserve to be put above all others with me, all the time.