Quotes About Forgiveness

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply—I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.

I couldn't forgive him or like him but I saw that what he had done was, to hm, entirely justified.

And never be sorry--- thought Lois--- and never be sorry---

I wouldn't ask too much of her, I ventured. You can't change the past. Can't change the past? he cried incredulously. Why of course you can!

We must be kind and forgive one another or we won't survive. But even among the most religious there seems to be a great blind spot covering the world, an inability to learn from past experience. Civilization is as precarious as a sand castle. All the care and effort it took to create it can be knocked down in a second by some bully or another. And the world is full of bullies.

How do you know if you're making the right decision? Easy. Just like two and two always add up to four, kindness and forgiveness is always right, hate and revenge is always wrong.

He assured them, with a great and mighty authority, that his God was not a vengeful God, but one of goodness…love…forgiveness…and joy.

Just like two and two always add up to four, kindness and forgiveness is always right, hate and revenge is always wrong. It's a fail-proof system; if you just stick to that one simple rule, why, you couldn't make a mistake if you tried.

Just like two and two always add up to four, kindness and forgiveness is always right, hate and revenge is always wrong.

Easy!" he said. "Just like two and two always add up to four, kindness and forgiveness is always right, hate and revenge is always wrong. It's a fail-proof system; if you just stick to that one simple rule, why, you couldn't make a mistake if you tried." He sat back and crossed his arms. "Pretty neat, huh?

Alexis Thorne, you're here because the brokerage firm you worked for pinned a crime on you that they themselves committed. You did a year in prison for their crime. They ruined your life and you are now a felon with a new identity, thanks to Nikki Quinn

Pedir perdón exige más valentía que disparar un arma, que accionar una bomba.

No dejemos que el odio amargue nuestras vidas.

Where is God, even if he doesn't exist? I want to pray and to weep, to repent of crimes I didn't commit, to enjoy the feeling of forgiveness like a caress that's more than maternal.

Sunt în dezacord cu mine,dar m? iert Fiindc? nici nu m? accept cu toat? seriozitatea.

All of us, in some part or other, are loathsome. We all harbour a crime we've committed, or a crime that our soul doesn't let us commit.

I excuse you from having to appear in my idea of you.

Io sarò anche Satana, Belzebù, quello che vi pare, ma so cos'è il dolore perchè io stesso l'ho provato e lo provo tuttora per la mia solitudine, per l'odio che hai suscitato contro di me. Insomma, ti confesso che quel poveretto mi fa compassione. E che vorrei dargli una mano.

The operation of the Church is entirely set up for the sinner; which creates much misunderstanding among the smug." (August 9, 1955)

I can smell the sin on your breath.

When I think of all I have to be thankful for I wonder that You just don't kill me now because You've done so much for me already & I haven't been particularly grateful.

He had never thought himself a great sinner before but he saw now that his true depravity had been hidden from him lest it cause him despair. He realized that he was forgiven for sins from the beginning of time, when he had conceived in his own heart the sin of Adam, until the present, when he had denied poor Nelson. He saw that no sin was too monstrous for him to claim as his own, and since God loved in proportion as He forgave, he felt ready at that instant to enter Paradise.

Jesus died to redeem you, she said. I never ast him, he muttered.

Listen, lady, he said in a high voice, if I had of been there I would of known and I wouldn't be like I am now. His voice seemed about to crack and the grandmother's head cleared for an instant. She saw the man's face twisted close to her own as if he were going to cry and she murmured, Why you're one of my babies. You're one of my own children! She reached out and touched him on the shoulder. The Misfit sprang back as if a snake had bitten him and shot her three times through the chest.