Quotes About Forgiveness

I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father- The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl. He sounds bitter and sad. If the world will not forgive me, I say softly, I shall have to learn to forgive myself. He nods in understanding. And how will you marry? Or do you intend to marry? I think of Kartik, and tears threaten. I shall meet someone one day, as Mother found you.

If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn't plan to ask for either one.

In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, shaping what we need to see in order to keep going. In those waters, all disappointments are forgotten, our mistakes forgiven. Gazing into them, we see a strong father. A loving mother. Warm rooms where we are sheltered, adored, wanted. And the uncertainty of our futures is nothing more than the fog of breath on a windowpane.

What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it's too late? What if you can't? Then you must find a way to live with it.

Will you punish me forever?

We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.

A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to have a splendid Christmas in London town. All shall be well. God rest us merry gentlemen. And gentlewomen.

I am not asking you to understand, Papa. I'm asking for you to accept. Accept what? Me. Accept me, Papa. My decision to live my own life as I see fit. It is so quiet that I suddenly wish I could take it back. Sorry, it was only a terrible joke. I should like a new dress, please.

I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.-A Great and Terrible Beauty

The only thing I don't divulge is the truth about Mother killing little Carolina. I don't know why. Perhaps I sense he's not ready to know that just yet. Maybe he never will. People can live with only so much honesty. And sometimes, people can suprise you. I talk to my brother as I never have before, trusting in him, letting the river listen to my confessions on its path toward the sea. ~pg 693

I know. And I'm Sorry. People will disappoint you, Gemma. The question to ask is whether you can learn to live with the disappointment and move on. I'm offering you a new world.

But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice.

Mabel did deserve to Rest In Peace, and Evie knew she was a terrible person, because of there was any ghost she longed to see, even for just a moment, it was Mabel's.

Pero el perdón...Me aferraré a esa frágil porción de esperanza y la mantendré cerca de mi, recordando que en cada uno de nosotros hay cosas buenas y malas, luz y oscuridad, arte y dolor, elecciones y lamentaciones.

People will disappoint you. The question to ask is whether you can learn to live with the disappointment and move on.

Memphis's eyes fluttered open. Theta's eyes were wide, and she was crying. 'Did I hurt you?' She laughed through tears. 'You could never hurt me.

But forgiveness... I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hop and keep it close, remembering that in all of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're all our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion, fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. no one can live in the light all the time.

Si Evie había aprendido alguna verdad a lo largo de su corta vida, era que el perdón era más sencillo de buscar que el permiso. Aunque tampoco tenía intención de pedir ninguna de las dos cosas.

People had to be who they were. The challenge was to love them for it. And to be honest when they'd hurt you. To apologize when you'd hurt them. It seemed pretty simple on the face of it. So why was it always so hard?

I'm too old to recover, too narrow to forgive myself.

Holy Father, forgive me for grumbling. I know I've sounded just like the Israelites. I long to dwell not on the If Onlys but on You. Make me wise like the old woodcutter — content with what I know, not perturbed by what I don't know.

Despite its evils, bitterness holds many of us captive. Forgiveness is the only escape route out of this prison.

forgiveness is not a feeling but a secret choice of the heart.

Going beyond forgiveness is sometimes more difficult than the initial act of forgiving.