Quotes About Forgiveness

Montoya could forgive anything of a bull-fighter who had afición. He could forgive attacks of nerves, panic, bad unexplainable actions, all sorts of lapses. For one who had afición he could forgive anything. At once he forgave me all my friends. Without his ever saying anything they were simply a little something shameful between us, like the spilling open of the horses in bull-fighting.

You have killed? Robert Jordan asked. Yes. Several times. But not with pleasure. To me it is a sin to kill a man. Even fascists whom we must kill. Yet you have killed. Yes. And will again. But if I live later, I will try to live in such a way, doing no harm to any one, that it will be forgiven. By whom? Who knows? Since we do not have God here anymore, who forgives, I do not know.

You're going to have things to repent, boy," Mr. John had told Nick. "That's one of the best things there is. You can always decide whether to repent them or not. But the thing is to have them.

and Mary with her wonderful memory for forgetting was happy too and without any problems. She could forget in the loveliest and most complete way of anyone I ever knew. She could carry a fight overnight but at the end of week she could forget it completely and truly. She had a built-in selective memory and it was not built entirely in her favor. She forgave herself in her memory and she forgave you too. She was a very strange girl and I loved her very much.

To understand is to forgive. That's not true. Forgiveness has been exaggerated.

But we liked Miss Stein and her friend, although the friend was frightening, and the paintings and the cakes and the eau-devie were truly wonderful. They seemed to like us too and treated us as though we were very good, well-mannered and promising children and I felt that they forgave us for being in love and being married—time would fix that—and when my wife invited them to tea, they accepted.

Good," said Johnny, smiling happily. "Now we are all good friends again. In a war we must all be careful not to hurt each other's feelings.

Who knows? Since we do not have God here any more, neither His Son nor the Holy Ghost, who forgives? I do not know.

Now I don't give a shit I lost him, David said. I don't care about the records. I just thought I did. I'm glad that he's all right and that I'm all right. We aren't enemies. I'm glad you told us, Thomas Hudson said. Thank you very much, Mr. Davis for what you said when I first lost him, David said with his eyes still shut. Thomas Hudson never knew what it was that Roger had said to him.

I'm sorry we haven't been friends. Everybody is friends when things are bad enough. I'm going to be friends from now on. We're all going to do a lot of things from now on, Thomas Hudson said. I wish from now on would start.

For one who had afición he could forgive anything.

I'm sorry. I've got a nasty tongue. I never mean it when I say nasty things.

mér fanst þær fyrirgefa okkur þó við værum ásfángin og gift - það mundi altsaman lagast með tímanum

One of the disconcerting and delightful teaching of the master was: God is closer to sinners than to saints. This is how he explained it: God in heaven holds each person by a string. When you sin you cut the string. then God ties it up again, making a knot-and therby bringing you a little closer to him. Again and again your sins cut the string-and with each further knot God keeps drawing you closer and closer.

To acknowledge, to accept, and to forgive one's parents - both what they gave and what they did not give, both one's dependence upon them and one's independence of them - is the ultimate hallmark of maturity: a perception as valid for institutions as for individuals.

Spirituality is experienced in our Listening, in our Forgiveness, in our Dark places, in our Confusions, in our stories—not so much in what we "do," but in what and how we be . . . by how we experience the realities that we meet. Spirituality is, in briefest description, a way of life—a way of being.

My dear, do you want forgiveness … or an explanation?

the unexpected truth that the safest place for a sinful person to go is to God.

For the rest of the day I was glad I listened instead of yelled, but I still burned with shame at the thought of what I almost said and at all the occasions I have spoken harshly.

Infidelity hurts. But when we grant it a special status in the hierarchy of marital misdemeanors, we risk allowing it to overshadow the egregious behaviors that may have preceded it or even led to it.

despite its widespread denunciation, infidelity has a tenacity that marriage can only envy.

With the revelation of an affair, suddenly the scoreboard of a marriage is lit up: the giving and the taking, the concessions and the demands, the allocation of money, sex, time, in-laws, children, chores. All the things we never really wanted to do but did in the name of love are now stripped of the context that gave them meaning.

Affairs have a lot to teach us about relationships—what we expect, what we think we want, and what we feel entitled to.

fidelity and loyalty, desire and longing, jealousy and possessiveness, truth-telling and forgiveness. I encourage you to question yourself, to speak the unspoken, and to be unafraid to challenge sexual and emotional correctness.