Quotes About Forgiveness

Repentance does not cause a sense of sin—it causes a sense of inexpressible unworthiness. When I repent, I realize that I am absolutely helpless

The Cross was the place where God and sinful man merged with a tremendous collision and where the way to life was opened. But all the cost and pain of the collision was absorbed by the heart of God.

let the past sleep, but let it sleep in the sweet embrace of Christ, and let us go on into the invincible future with Him.

He forgives sin, and it is the death of Jesus Christ alone that enables the divine nature to forgive and to remain true to itself in doing so. It is shallow nonsense to say that God forgives us because He is love.

Forgiveness doesn't merely mean that I am saved from hell and have been made ready for heaven (no one would accept forgiveness on that level). Forgiveness means that I am forgiven into a newly created relationship which identifies me with God in Christ. The miracle of redemption is that God turns me, the unholy one, into the standard of Himself, the Holy One. He does this by putting into me a new nature, the nature of Jesus Christ.

One of the penalties of sin is our acceptance of it.

Jesus said, "Judge not, that you be not judged" (Matthew 7:1). He went on to say, in effect, "If you do judge, you will be judged in exactly the same way." Who of us would dare to stand before God and say, "My God, judge me as I have judged others"? We have judged others as sinners—if God should judge us in the same way, we would be condemned to hell. Yet God judges us on the basis of the miraculous atonement by the Cross of Christ.

What we love once, we love forever. Shall there be joy in heaven over those who repent, yet no forgiveness for them upon earth? --"Wanda

Then he went straightway to the presence-chamber; and he spoke in the speech of men; and he told his lord of that frail wife's dishonor, and said, 'Arise I cast her off, and be strong as thou ever hast been.' But the king, mad with rage, would not hearken; he leaped down from his ivory throne, and drew bis dagger out from his girdle, and thrust it into the heart of Ilderiui. 'So serve I the foes of my angel!' he cried; and Ilderim fell at his feet. 'I forgive,' he said simply,—and died.

because at one time or another someone threatened or damaged our self-esteem, security, ambitions, or relationships? Have we tried to get even with people who hurt us? Do we make a point of never forgetting when someone does us harm? Do we hold a grudge against anyone due to jealousy? Are we envious of other people's appearance, wealth, sex life, popularity, possessions, or position in society? If so,

Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.

Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

Dr. MacBride had a manner of saying "pardon me," which rendered forgiveness well-nigh impossible.

The fact that I ever raised my hand against a woman disgusts me. It was a f**king atrocious, unforgivable way to behave, and there's no excuse for it, ever. And like I said before, it's something I'll take to the grave with me.

As for the kids, once the damage is done with a divorce, you can't ever make it right.

I'm not proud of everything I've done, I'm not proud of all the drugs and booze, or biting the heads off a few animals. But I was young. I didn't know what the fuck I was thinking. Still it could be worse. I could be Sting.

Love your enemies. It makes them so damned mad.

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear! to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates! Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent! This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is a long Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.

Last time I saw you, I said that it hurt too much to love you. But I was wrong about that. The truth is it hurts too much not to love you.

there are so many people deadand so many sea-walls that the red sun used to split,and so many heads that the boats hit,and so many hands that have closed around kisses,and so many things I would like to forget.

Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us

Don't regard any sentient being as your enemy: to do so is only your mind's delusion. (p. 29)