Quotes About Forgiveness

Dios no perdona porque nunca ha condenado»

Si la condena ni siquiera ha pasado por tu conciencia, el perdón no tiene sentido y es innecesario.

Forgiveness doesn't make wrong things right. It remembers that what is right far outshines what is wrong.

All your past except its beauty is gone, and nothing is left but a blessing.

Revenge is little more than an adolescent concession to personal vanity.

You always think you can make it up to somebody—later, you know.' She took a deep breath. 'But now I never can. I never can.

Forgive me. I feel it again. The pull to the light. The Supreme Leader senses it. Show me again the power of the darkness, and I will let nothing stand in our way.

But ... this will begin to make things right.

The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.

Is it meaningless to apologize? Never.

That's it! See, at first I thought it was hate, too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all my hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me… just as it happened to you.

There's a hard law, mejuffrou, that when a deep injury is done to us, we never recover until we forgive.

But to punish and not to restore, that is the greatest of all offences.

Something in the humble voice must have touched Msimangu, for he said, I am not kind. I am a selfish and sinful man, but God put his hands on me, that is all.

Meneer, said the captain, if man takes unto himself God's right to punish, then he must also take upon himself God's promise to restore.

We do what is in us, and why it is in us, that is also a secret. It is Christ in us, crying that men may be succoured and forgiven, even when He Himself is forsaken.

They were silent till the man passed, and then Kumalo said, in all my days I have known no one as you are. And Msimangu said sharply, I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.

His eyes fill with tears, his deep gentleness returns to him. He goes to her and lifts her from the floor to the chair. Inarticulately he strokes her face, his heart filled with pity.–God forgives us, he says. Who am I not to forgive? Let us pray.

He had come to tell his brother that power corrupts, that a man who fights for justice must himself be cleansed and purified, that love is greater than force. And none of these things had he done. God have mercy on me, Christ have mercy on me. He turned to the door, but it was locked and bolted. Brother had shut out brother, from the same womb had they come.

Oh, we know Damocles from way back," Onosa said, waving her hand. "You do?" "Yes, indeed, Valkyrie. We're old friends. Practically. Almost. We tried to kill him once, but I'm sure he's forgotten about that. It was ages ago." "Why did you try to kill him?" Skulduggery asked. "Because we knew him." "A good enough reason as any.

For what I did, I cannot atone. I can only suffer.

What would you prefer? Sobbing? Wailing? Maybe some more silence? Regret never won a war, Valkyrie, and 'sorry' isn't a big enough word for what I'm feeling. I've spent my life since then trying to make up for it, but I'll never make up for it. The things I did were unspeakably evil, but for those few years, I didn't care.

but you're angry. Not with me, because no one could be angry with me, but with others.

Consider the work of Calvary. A perfect work, perfect in every respect, perfect in every aspect