Quotes About Forgiveness

A heart filled with anger has no room for love.

Holding on to anger, resentment and hurt only gives you tense muscles, a headache and a sore jaw from clenching your teeth. Forgiveness gives you back the laughter and the lightness in your life.

The only good thing about age is that sooner or later all of the SOBs who dumped you are going to die.

Let's play our 'benefit of the doubt' game, shall we?" This was a game that I invented when she was little. The goal was to remind ourselves not to take things personally, to extend grace to others by recognizing that we don't know what's happening in their lives. What started as a way to teach empathy wound up being a wonderful tool for me.

Whenever people were nasty, mean or downright rude, I returned to our "benefit of the doubt" game and imagined all the extenuating circumstances in their lives that might excuse their behavior.

none of us make it through life without committing a faux pas that requires a serious, heartfelt, breast-beating apology. By

Bitterness is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

You didn't hurt me, babe," he said. "You marked me. Big difference. That night was the most important thing that's ever happened in my life. Holding you, catching Noah—it changed me forever. I didn't want to forget. So when the bruises started to fade, I went and got them inked, so I couldn't.

Are you ever going to forgive me?" he asked softly, catching my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Sometimes it feels like you hate me out of habit … Why does it always have to be a fight, Mel?

This whole situation is like a great big zit that needs popping," she continued. "The damage is already done—your face looks like shit and no concealer's gonna cover it. You might as well squeeze hard and get your money shot. You'll both feel better afterward.

I know it's hard to believe because I'm such a giant asshole, but I don't want you to be unhappy.

If God gave Dad Alzheimer's, He's got to understand when Dad forgets what church he belongs to.

A ti que aun no sabes los besos que te caben en la boca, a ti que has comprendido que a veces el olvido se equivoca.

No pido perdón, ¿para qué? si me va a perdonar porque ya no le importa…

Que se muera el olvido, que se escondan las llaves de los juzgados, que se acuerde Cupido de los maridos abandonados. Cuando llegue por fin mi mensaje a tus manos, en la gasolinera vieja esperaré; y tomaremos juntos al abordaje la carretera que te conté.

What a desperate, pathetic fool I was. Time after time, my "friends" had shown me their true colors. Yet, I still wanted to believe they were sorry for causing me pain. p. 128

you can overcome sadness, loneliness, even terrible loss. But guilt goes with you the grave.

If you have reasons for not coming back, I don't want to know them. I just want you to come back anyway

When they made up, it was as if nothing had happened at all. In fact, it was like they were stuck even closer together, like they had gotten even more tangled in each other.

Forget him. Forget him.

Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again.

Friends, she had realized, could make you do that. Forget the things that worried you most.

Here's a thing or two I've learned about memories. They are like seeds; love can grow from them. They look different depending on the day when they are remembered. They are slippery, malleable things, apt to be altered. They can be clutched too tightly. Their absence can cause fractures that run deep between people, towns, whole countries. They are meant sometimes, to be let go.