Quotes About Forgiveness

And the justice in this world is that you don't have to break legs because somebody's broken yours.

A prayer room is] a place where we can experience peace so that we can make peace later. A place where we can accept forgiveness so that we can live our lives as priests at work. A place where we receive our Father's acceptance so that we can love even those who laugh at us later in the day.

Miz Fitz, If my boyfriend would just once say "I'm sorry, I was wrong," I think I would die and go to heaven. -Hellbound, a Lass Miz Fitz sez: You should wish for something realistic, like world peace.

However, when we thoroughly vent our angry feelings about the past, feelings of forgiveness become more accessible. When we learn how to grieve ourselves out of abandonment flashbacks, we reemerge into a feeling of belonging to and loving the world.

I was appalled at how much pressure my clients were getting to just forgive and forget. Consequently, many of them were diving right back into denial, and minimizing all the trauma that they had endured. Their recovery processes then, screeched to a halt as their inner critics denigrated them for being so unforgiving.

I pray that I may be graced with the cleansing waters of forgiveness. I pray that I may relate to forgiveness in a beneficial and non-grasping way. Let me know who to forgive and be with, who to forgive and avoid, and who I do not need to forgive. Let me learn to forgive others by becoming more forgiving of myself.

As much as I can forgive myself, that much can I forgive others. What I often forgive in others is an old pain of mine, released from the disgust of self-hate. It is an old vulnerability of mine that I now love and welcome like a bird with a broken wing. Shame and self-hate did not start with me, but with all my heart, I deign that they will stop with me. I will do unto myself as I would have others do unto me.

4. Micromanagement/Worrying/Obsessing/Looping/Over-Futurizing. I will not repetitively examine details over and over. I will not jump to negative conclusions. I will not endlessly second-guess myself. I cannot change the past. I forgive all my past mistakes. I cannot make the future perfectly safe. I will stop hunting for what could go wrong. I will not try to control the uncontrollable. I will not micromanage myself or others.

I believe most people, if they think about it, realize that their best friends are those with whom they have had a conflict and found a way to work through it. Once a friendship survives a hurtful misattunement, it generally means that it has moved through the fair-weather-friends stage of relationship.

Adult children benefit greatly from challenging and overthrowing false, destructive beliefs about forgiveness, blame, and emotionality. Life is inordinately more painful than necessary when we hate, shame, and abandon ourselves for not feeling "good." If we remain trapped in our families' legacy of disdaining all but the most exalted emotions, we may never feel authentically forgiving toward ourselves or anyone else.

There are many perpetrators who seem to have a sixth sense for identifying people who have lost the ability to protest and blame unfairness. If we do not register a "negative" feeling response to hurtfulness, we cannot tell that we are being abused. Instead we tacitly "forgive" our abusers just as we were forced to tacitly forgive our parents, no matter how much ongoing abuse they dish out. This is why psychoanalyst Judith Viorst says:

Spiritual awakenings, as healing and wonderful as they are, do not magically create an authentic forgiveness of our real-life abusers. Spiritual forgiveness is not an alternative to the grieving that must precede authentic, interpersonal forgiveness.

Unfortunately, premature forgiveness strands us in relationships with our parents that are as devoid of genuine warmth and intimacy as ever. Unless we work through the unresolved fear and hurt our parents caused us, we will always be uneasy around them and hold them at an emotional distance. This is commonly the case even when they have outgrown their abusive ways.

You see, love is strong. Stronger than hate even. Love is the only thing that can kill hate, nothing else. You see, hate destroys and that's why love is stronger. It builds.

You're born cute. Babies are cute. Not hard to guess why – it's so everyone will forgive them for being such a pain. You grow a little older, and people say, what beautiful hair, or get a load of those baby blues,' or something nice that keeps you thinking you're still on the cuteness track. Then you hit twelve or thirteen and boom, they tell you everything needs fixing.

Forgiveness is a funny thing, it warms the heart and cools the sting.

Forgive me, I'm a relentless bastard.

In summary, (1) one gets complete with the past, which takes it out of the future (being complete with the past is not to forget the past); (2) in the room that is now available in the future when one's being and action are no longer shaped by the past, one creates a future (a future that moves, touches, and inspires one); (3) that future starts to shape one's being and actions in the present so that they are consistent with realizing that future.

Our prime minister could embrace and forgive the people who killed our beloved sons and fathers, and so he should, but he could not, would not, apologise to the Aboriginal people for 200 years of murder and abuse. The battle against the Turks, he said in Gallipoli, was our history, our tradition. The war against the Aboriginals, he had already said at home, had happened long ago. The battle had made us; the war that won the continent was best forgotten

I resisted the temptation to turn around and stick out my tongue in derision at Beliquose. After all, there was no telling when or if we should meet again, and I certainly did not need him saying, 'Ah yes, Poe, the fellow whose trespasses i could have forgiven in their entirety... except for the tongue thing. Yes, for that, you must surely die.

When your heart's been cut out, how's it going to feel knowing that you're the one who wielded the knife ?

no era tanto su lógica aplastante como su fe frustrada: no podía perdonarle a Dios que no existiera.

We all have a bad morning after at some point in our lives.

Hindsight must surely be the most useless function of the human brain, torturing yourself over the unalterable past.