Quotes About Forgiveness

Groan and forget it.

No. He'd do it now. If it broke him, then it broke him. No holding back. There's only one person in the world brave enough and forgiving enough to care for me. If I saved myself at his expense, what the hell would I be saving myself for?

If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.

No one must ever fancy another human being so much more evil than themselves that killing was justified.

Maimonides, the medieval writer, says you can try three times for a reconciliation before giving up and that's enough, then you can stop.

Er," Oliver said. "He talks even less than the one Lily married," the crone remarked to Walter. "Though when the mood strikes him, he asks just as many questions as Galem." "I'm sorry," Oliver said weakly. The old woman nodded. "You are forgiven," she pronounced in a queenly tones.

Be kind no matter what.

An eye for an eye ... the whole world goes blind" , spoken by Nathan

Acceptance and tolerance and forgiveness, those are life-altering lessons.

Benita set the letter down. Connie - her dear Connie, whom she had never even said good-bye to. Whom she had hated - really hated- for so long. But he had always been strong. He had lived his life on a plane of grand ideals and all-encompassing rights and wrongs. His view had been much longer than the trappings of his own life. And she had been the little mouse who could see no farther than her own nose, stumbling over roots and stones, oblivious to the oncoming storm.

That my husband stopped drinking with me was powerfully romantic, even if Hallmark doesn't have a card for it. Or maybe they do. It saved our marriage, or at least saved us from the stupid fights that didn't need to happen. Things said that didn't deserve to be said because it was the alcohol talking, not the heart.

Dad did a U-turn to take us back to the gas station so we could collect our winnings. My parents clung to the happiness of that ticket, thrilled to be rescued with a change in subject. We never stayed at my parents' friends' house again, but we also didn't talk about what I had said. Instead, we just went back to start. As if what I said happened to me happened to some other girl, in some other car, in some other life.

I believe the best revenge is to live.

But in the mountains, I was forgiven. And my dad was forgiven, too.

Lisa had confessed and Mommy had forgiven her. It had been a long, complicated confession, followed by a brief absolution for all the sins committed--a look, a kiss--nothing more was needed...Oh how wonderful it was to have told the truth at last! How free she felt, as free as air!

Regret is the most useless thing in the world. One cannot recall anything. And one cannot rectify anything. Otherwise we would all be saints. Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.

I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure – and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and a knapsack, taking the road that lies before him under the high heaven, quickly forgetting and seldom sorrowful, for ever pressing on under the wide night sky.

There is no guilt in feelings ever.

Help when you can; do everything then— but when you can no longer do anything, forget it! Turn away! Pull yourself together. Compassion is meant for quiet times. Not when life is at stake. Bury the dead and devour life! You'll still need it. Mourning is one thing, facts are another. One doesn't mourn less when one sees the facts and accepts them. That is how one survives.

Kättemaksuga üksi saab vähe korda saata. Kättemaks kuulub teise, süngema osa juurde, mis korda tuleb saata, kuid mis tuleb pärast seda?

Taktas yra tylus susitarimas nematyti kits kito klaid? ir netaisyti j?.

Naids ir k? sk?be, kas saÄ"d dvÄ"­seli, vienalga, vai ienÄ«sti pats, vai arÄ« tevi ienÄ«st.

So long as I do not know his name perhaps I may still forget him, time will obliterate it, this picture. But his name, it is a nail that will be hammered into me and never come out again. It has the power to recall this forever, it will always come back and stand before me.

Mama înseamn? iertare, sacrificiu.