Quotes About Forgiveness

Vlad stared at Simon. "Meg told the Elders they were..." "Bad puppies," Simon finished. "Yeah." A minute passed before Vlad said, "Why?" "They didn't say 'please' when they asked for cookies." "I don't know what to say." Simon scratched behind an ear that was now Wolf-shaped and furry. "That's okay. Meg said plenty for all of us.

There's no room in him yet for something as small as anger.

She is not determined to forget me. It would be wrong to forget one so deeply and fondly devoted to her, who can so thoroughly appreciate her excellencies, and sympathise with all her thoughts, as I can do, and it would be wrong in me to forget so excellent and divine a piece of God's creation as she, when I have once so truly loved and known her.

Friends as we are, we would willingly keep your failings to ourselves - even from ourselves if we could, unless by knowing them we could deliver you from them.

I perceive, with joy, my most valued friend, that the cloud of your displeasure has past away; the light of your countenance blesses me once more, and you desire the continuation of my story: therefore, without more ado, you shall have it.

Since I love him so much, I can easily forgive him for loving himself.

It's never too late to forgive someone and let go of some hurt. Life is short. We only really have this very moment! To live it fully is a gift we give back to ourselves.

You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where do I put it down?

H of H: I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin. Th: Give me your hand. H of H: I'll stain you. Th: I'll take it.

Repent means "the pain again.

In later years this is the one memory he wishes would go away and not come back. And the reason he cannot bear her dying is not the loss of her (which is the future) but that dying puts the two of them (now) into this nakedness together that is unforgiveable. They do not forgive it. He turns away. This roaring air in his arms. She is released.

I shall wash blood with blood to get rid of the defilement—

What is a Lamb of God? People use this phrase. I don't know. I watch my sister, fingers straying absently about her mustache, no help there.

aH of H: I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin. Th: Give me your hand. H of H: I'll stain you. Th: I'll take it.

It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.

It is not the burdens and resentments we pick up that keep us derailed, but our continuing to tote them.

I don't blame him for anything now. Or not much. All of this will, in some form, happen to you. You will wake some morning and pat yourself down. You will realise that you think too much and live too little and that most people, men and women both, are mostly fine. You will love more easily and relinquish blame. At least I hope you will.

In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.

Nonsense. You've done nothing to be blamed for, and besides, there's enough hate in the world. I refuse to add to it.

She wasn't ever going to let anyone make her feel like that again. She would not allow bitterness and regret to poison her life any longer.

Not a bit. I don't hold with all that 'sins of the father' nonsense.

What kind of parents are you? You lost one son, but you threw the other away.

Sometimes doing the right thing wounds others — and also wounds the wounder.

God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. ROMANS 5:8