Quotes About Forgiveness

We who hate ourselves believe we are always wrong. We believe that our every thought, word, want, and deed is incorrect, insulting, barbarous. We so believe this that we beg forgiveness not just after every thought, word, want, and deed but during and before. We do this because we want everyone to know we know how wrong we are, how bumbling and ignorant and rude. We do this because we want them to know we know they know.

He was always sorry. He always told you how sorry he was.

When people began to throw stones at him, Shibli—so the legend has it—threw a rose, and Hallaj sighed. Asked the reason for his sigh, he answered: "They do not know what they do, but he should have known it." And the saying that "the rose, thrown by the friend, hurts more than any stone" has become a Turkish proverb.

One sometimes clings tightly to pain, to bitter home-sickness and bitter regret, but one forgets one's guilt; in vain, you might think back to the beginning (who led me this far?). If only you were allowed to accuse once more, turn to others once more, love once more! You plunge into the wide, ocean-like hallucination, you have faith and pray, and forget your dark fear when you gaze into the face of your beloved. But how should one fight it?

You're right, Jottie, but what good is it? Rightness is nothing. You can't live on it. You might as well eat ashes." I glanced at Father, his bloodshot eyes and the stain on his pants. I loved him so. Once more, I tired to explain. "This is all we can do; it's all we're allowed. We can't go back. The only thing time leaves for us to decide" -- I picked up Father's hand and held it tight-- "is whether or not we're going to hate each other.

Cela je le savais au début, puis je me suis ingéniée à l'oublier. Sera-ce plus dur d'effacer une année que dix-huit ans avec mon mari ? La haine facilitait les choses, ici l'amour les complique.

Lies like that are not a sin, they are a sacrifice.

She is why purgatory was invented.

He who forgiveth, and is reconciled unto his enemy, shall receive his reward from God; for he loveth not the unjust doers.

I've seen hate at its worse. What would it profit me to hate?

All things can be forgiven if we can progress.

I promise to do everything I can to earn back the trust of everyone I've disappointed.

When a man has been consistently battering his wife, he shouldn't expect a bouquet of roses from her the morning after he promises to stop.

We develop our propensity to forgive or not to forgive by what we see illustrated at the early ages of our development.

I have no respect for the prosecutors, the judges. And I say that not with malice in my heart. I say it because they took 30 years from me.

I have no enemies and no hatred. None of the police who monitored, arrested, and interrogated me, none of the prosecutors who indicted me, and none of the judges who judged me are my enemies.

I've done a lot of things in my life that I'm not proud of.

Politicians make mistakes. People misspeak in public. God knows I have proven both. A lot.

Even if my fellow man has proven faithless time after time, I can at least retain a hope that he will improve, pray for him, and think kindly without frustration and disappointment.

Revenge proves its own executioner.

O what will she do, a soul bitten into with wrong?

We'll buy back our own harm with what is most dear to us.

Seni hak ettiÄŸin ÅŸekilde cezaland?rd?m ya, art?k bana diÅŸi aslan ya da Tyrheneli Skylla desen de hiç umurumda deÄŸil!

But I wish to give you a wise piece of advice. When a friend is enraged with a man his friend, having met him face to face, let him fix his eyes on his friend's eyes, this only ought he to consider, the end for which he is come, but to have no recollection of former grievances.