Quotes About Forgiveness

I never say to him, 'Let this or that enemy alone, because it would be ungenerous or cruel to harm them'; I say, 'Let them alone, because I should hate them to be wronged': and he'd crush you like a sparrow's egg, Isabella , if he found you a troublesome charge.

Hush, child, hush! Well, then, it is my darling! wisht, dry thy eyes--there's a joy; kiss me. What! it won't? Kiss me, Hareton! Damn thee, kiss me! By God, as if I would rear such a monster! As sure as I'm living, I'll break the brat's neck.

It struck me soon, however, there would be more sense in endeavouring to repair some of his wrongs than shedding tears over them.

what misery laid on Heathcliff could content me, unless I have a hand in it?  I'd rather he suffered less, if I might cause his sufferings and he might know that I was the cause.  Oh, I owe him so much. 

Depois de teres arrasado o meu palácio, não me construas uma choupana e penses que estás a ser muito caridosa por isso.

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered.  'Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes!  I forgive what you have done to me.  I love my murderer—but yours!  How can I?

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.  But, if you be ashamed of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.  You must go up and offer to kiss her, and say—you know best what to say; only do it heartily, and not as if you thought her converted into a stranger by her grand dress. 

Se acercó y le alargó la mano. Hareton se puso sombrío como una nube de tormenta, apretó los puños y miró al suelo. Pero ella comprendió que aquello no era odio, sino testarudez, y, después de un instante de indecisión, se inclinó hacia él y le besó en la mejilla. Enseguida, se volvió a la ventana.

That made her cry, at first; and then, being repulsed continually hardened her, and she laughed if I told her to say she was sorry for her faults and beg to be forgiven.

Katilimi seviyorum ama ya senin katilini! Onu nas?l affedebilirim?

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive." "No, God won't have the satisfaction that I shall," he returned.

Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, 'That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw. I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her; I shall be sorry that I must leave them! Will you say so, Heathcliff?

Mr. Heathcliff you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery.  You are miserable, are you not?  Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him?  Nobody loves you—nobody will cry for you when you die!  I wouldn't be you!

I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours ! How can I?

She drove us all to distraction, but she had the sweetest smile and so no one could stay angry with her for long.

It formed a sweet picture.  The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful.  I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual.

A veces sentimos piedad por personas que carecen por completo de ella tanto hacia sí mismas como hacia los demás.

Il y avait une telle angoise dans l'explosion de douleur qui accompagnait ce délire que la compassion m'a fait oubier sa folie.

If I've done wrong, I'm dying for it. It is enough! You left me too; but I won't upbraid you! I forgive you. Forgive me!

Svi grešnici bili bi nesretni na nebu.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you - haunt me, then!

For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. 'It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.' 'No, God won't have the satisfaction that I shall,' he returned.

He's not a human being,' she retorted; 'and he has no claim on my charity. I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him: and I would not, though he groaned from this or his dying day, and wept tears of blood for Catherine!

Yo no he destrozado tu corazón, tú lo has destrozado y, al hacerlo, has destrozado el mío".