Quotes About Forgiveness

Richard and I always called you the punisher. We never had to discipline you. Not like we did Hermione or Polly. Because you were so hard on yourself. If there's anything I want for you now, as a mother, even if I don't 'deserve' it is: I want you to be gentle. I want you to have compassion. For yourself and everyone. It's what every parent wants. If their any good. Which maybe I wasn't...

She loves him with a love that sees no flaws, find no fault, knows no bounds... Oh God, please don't let her hurt too badly and, please, never, never let me love like that.

and I was selfish and wrong not to ask about your family before. I was told I should, but I didn't listen. It's my fault." Marek shrugged. "Was not your fault. Was my privilege.

It's just . . . you know. I've been cheated on in the past, and it was so hard. It hurt so much. And I thought I knew you so well, and I panicked. But you can't . . . you can't ever know another person. Not through and through. People have their reasons for things. And you can choose to love them for who they are, and, well, that's the deal. That's how it is.

don't know why they say love means never having to say you're sorry," said Polly suddenly. "I think it means having to say you're sorry A LOT.

could happen two or three times a week – the sun would appear, simply to confound and delight you, breaking across the wet dawn dew, popping its head up over the purple mountains ahead, and once again you would forgive Scotland all its wet mornings and dark evenings for the utter glory of how perfect a perfect day could be.

I hated to leave her and I hated to be near her, because she made me remember what I wanted most to forget.

I laid myself fucking bare last night! I put it all out there, and you shut me down. Rightfully so. I get that I shouldn't have said any of that stuff to you. But now here I am trying to find a way to come out of this with just a little fragment of pride so I can look you in the eye when this is all over, and you won't even let me have that. You broke my heart last night, all right? Is that what you want to hear?

There is a specific kind of fight you can only have with your sister. It's the kind where you say things you can't take back. You say them because you can't help but say them, because you're so angry it's coming up your throat and out your eyes; you're so angry you can't see straight. All you see is blood.

When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. It was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.

People are gonna disappoint you sometimes. We're flawed creatures. Not one of us is perfect, not even you, and you've gotta let people mess up and then you've gotta forgive them. That's just life.

It's funny. I don't think boys even know how to hold a grudge.

Sisters are supposed to fight and make up, because they are sisters and sisters always find their way back to each other. But the thing that scares me is that maybe we won't.

I know Josh and I will mend things, because we're neighbors, and that's how it goes with people you see a lot. They mend, almost on their own. But not so for Margot and Josh, with her so far away. If they don't talk now, the scar will only harden over time, it will calcify, and then they'll be like strangers who never loved each other, which is the saddest thought of all.

You treated her like garbage and now you decide you want her back.

she went as a "formal apology": she wore a floor-length evening gown we found at Goodwill for ten dollars, and she had a sign around her neck, written in calligraphy, which said, I'm sorry.

There is a specific kind of fight you can only have with your sister.

I read his texts over and over. They're spaced minutes apart, so I know he must be fretting over whether I'm mad or not. I don't want to be mad. I just want things to go back to how they were before.

I think that if I just delete him enough it will be like none of it ever happened, and my heart won't hurt so badly.

And Josh was never in a hot tub video with one of his daughters." "Oh my God, let it go already! My dad's forgotten about that." "Forgotten" might be too strong of a word. Maybe more like he's never brought it up again and he hopefully never will.

I said, "How would I know that you wouldn't do it again? How would I be able to trust that?" He got up. For a second I thought he was leaving, and my heart nearly stopped. But then he got down on one knee, right in front of me. Very softly, he said, "You could marry me." At first I wasn't sure I'd heard him right. But then he said it again, this time louder. "Marry me.

There are moments in life that you wish with all your heart you could take back. Like, just erase from existence. Like, if you could, you'd raise yourself right out of existence too, just to make that moment not exist.

It took me a long time to figure it out. That I was the one who had put my dad on that pedestal. I did that, not him. And then I despised him for not being perfect. For being human.

I know Josh and I will mend things, because we're neighbors, and that's how it goes with people you see a lot. They mend, almost on their own.