Quotes About Forgiveness

Una de las principales funciones de nuestros amigos estriba en sufrir (aunque de una forma simbólica) los castigos que nos gustaría infligir, y no podemos, a nuestros enemigos.

Jedna od glavnih funkcija prijatelja je da izdrži (u blažem i simboli?nom obliku) kazne koje bismo želeli, ali ne možemo da izvršimo nad našim neprijateljima.

To the athlete, all things are forgiven

Si los hombres supieran lo que se puede conseguir con una lágrima, los querríamos más y los arruinaríamos menos.

El odio es ciego, la cólera aturdida y el que vierte la venganza corre el riesgo de beber un brebaje amargo

Quienes dicen "yo perdono, pero no olvido" tendrían que entender que recordar los agravios es peor que no perdonarlos, porque perdonar sin olvidar es mentira».

No podemos seguir pidiendo perdón por estar vivos

Lo que era para nosotros, lo hemos hecho, y vos lo sabéis. Creedme: lo hemos hecho para siempre. Preservad vuestra vida resguardada de mí. Y no dudéis un instante, si fuese útil para vuestra felicidad, en olvidar a esta mujer que ahora os dice sin añoranza, adiós.

La gente fa così, è cattiva con quelli che perdono.

Noi non ci vedremo più, signore. Disse. – Quel che era per noi, l'abbiamo fatto, e voi lo sapete. Credetemi: l'abbiamo fatto per sempre. Serbate la vostra vita al riparo da me. E non esitate un attimo, se sarà utile per la vostra felicità, a dimenticare questa donna che ora vi dice, senza rimpianto, addio.

Trust me? I held my breath for her answer. She had every reason not to trust me. I'd been her kidnapper, her captor, yet I'd rather have died than hurt a single hair on her head.

Playboy stretched his arm, patting Carlos on the back. Well, you know what they say: If you love someone, let'em go. If they don't come back, hunt'em down and kill'em!

Look, Fernand, your eyes are better than mine. I believe I see double. You know wine is a deceiver; but I should say it was two lovers walking side by side, and hand in hand. Heaven forgive me, they do not know that we can see them, and they are actually embracing!

After the virtue of not making a mistake, the greatest virtue of a man is to accept his mistake.

D'Artagnan fought three times with Rochefort, and wounded him three times. 'I shall probably kill you the fourth, said he to him, holding out his hand to assist him to rise. 'It is much better both for you and for me to stop where we are,' answered the wounded man. 'Corbleu! I am more your friend than you think - for after our very first encounter, I could by saying a word to the cardinal have had your throat cut!' They this time embraced heartily, and without retaining any malice.

And if there's bad behaviour, Mma Potokwane went on. If there's bad behaviour, the quickest way of stopping it is to give more love. That always works, you know. People say we must punish when there is wrongdoing, but if you punish you're only punishing yourself. And what's the point of that?

Great feuds often need very few words to resolve them. Disputes, even between nations, between peoples, can be set to rest with simple acts of contrition and corresponding forgiveness, can so often be shown to be based on nothing much other than pride and misunderstanding, and the forgetting of the humanity of the other—and land, of course.

Distant wrongs, she thought: an interesting issue in moral philosophy. Do past wrongs seem less wrong to us simply because they are less vivid?

We might more of us say these words to others, and more frequently--how healing that would prove to be. Look, we've had our differences, but how about some chocolate? Or: I'm so sorry: how about some chocolate? Or simply, Great to see you! How about some chocolate?

There were times when an apology was best, she thought, even when one really had nothing to apologise for. If only people would say sorry sooner rather than later, Mma Ramotswe believed, much discord and unhappiness could be avoided. But that was not the way people were. So often pride stood in the way of apology, and then, when somebody was ready to say sorry, it was already too late.

She shook her head. What was the point of anger? There were occasions when Mma Ramotswe, like all of us, could feel angry, but they were few - and they never lasted long. Anger, Obed Ramotswe had explained to her once, is no more than a salt that we rub into our wounds. She had never forgotten that - along with the things he said about cattle, and Botswana, and the behaviour of the rains.

Can you forgive her? Can you do that? There was no response. Because if you can start to forgive, then it will become easier. And? And then you will be able to forgive yourself—and ask others to forgive you.

It is hard, she thought, it is hard for us to think of people who dislike us because none of us, in our heart, believes that we deserve the hatred of others.

Saying sorry does not make you look small—it makes you look big.