Quotes About Forgiveness

Undeserved forgiveness. Friendship defined.

The problem is not that we forget the past. It is that we recall it too well. Children recall wrongs that enemies did to their grandfathers, and blame the granddaughters of the old enemies. Children are not born with memories of those who insulted their mother or slew their grandfather or stole their land. Those hates are bequeathed to them, taught them, breathed into them. If adults didn't tell their children of their hereditary hates, perhaps we would do better.

My mother had told me to never be afraid to apologize when I was wrong. She had said it would have saved her and my father a great deal of trouble if they had only followed that rule. Then she had sighed, and added that I must never think that an apology could completely erase what I had done or said. Still, it was worth trying.

Leave old pains alone. When they cease coming to call, do not invite them back.

FitzChivalry Farseer, too long have you sojourned among the Elderlings, your memory spurned by the very people you saved. Too long have you been in a place where the months pass as if days. Too long have you walked among us in false guise, deprived of your name and your honor. Rise. Turn and face the folk of the Six Duchies, your folk, and be welcomed home at last.

It doesn't work that way. Silencing memories does not make them stop existing. Events cannot be undone by forgetting them.

If he ever wanted vengeance on me for all I did, he has it now. This is the worst thing he could do to me. Now I know how it feels to be left behind. As I left him.

Lady Patience) Do you think you can pretend to be dead and vanish from my life for sixteen years and then walk in and then pour yourself some of my good Brandy? Insolence!

Seldom can one hate a person if one understand that person.

Be content with you own life, my friend, and live it well. Let others decide for themselves what path they will follow.' She frowned up at him. 'Even when you see, with absolute clarity, that is wrong for them? That they hurt themselves?' 'Perhaps people have a right to their pain,' he hazarded. Reluctantly he added, 'Perhaps they even need it.

No man can return to being a boy. But there are interludes in a man's life when, for a time, he can recapture the feeling that the world is a forgiving place and that he is immortal.

There were times when taking vengeance for the dead seemed too high a price for abandoning the living. I

Does anything feel worse than being angry with people you love?" "P. 307: Fitz to Chade

Sometimes it is easier to pull a knife out of a man than to ask him to forget words you have uttered.

Stop blaming yourself. Someone deceived you and hurt you. You don't need to take on the burden of that. The man who committed the offense is at fault, not the person he wronged

I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me! He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

A veces resulta más fácil desclavar un cuchillo de un hombre que pedirle que perdone tus palabras. Aunque esas palabras hayan nacido de la rabia.

Fault has no place in the greater scheme of things, little one. Fault and guilt are as useless as apology once the deed is done. Once the action has been taken, all must endure what follows.

Had he ever truly cared about our friendship? There are always those dark thoughts, I must believe, when a deep friendship ends so abruptly. But every wound becomes a scar, eventually. That one would never entirely ceased being tender, but I learn to live with it.

All this guilt and shame and remorse you carry, Kestrel. Don't you see? That is what they burned you with. And you have added to it, all these years. The wall is of your own making. Take it down. Forgive yourself. Come out.

It's all my fault,' I confessed to her. 'Oh, Fitz, always you are …' She bit back whatever it was she had started to say. More gently she added, 'No one blames you.' 'I blame me.' 'Of course you do,' she said, as if I were a child insisting the moon was a cheese.

His father and his sister had both deliberately attempted to wound him, and he had let them succeed. But those things that had happened, and these feelings he now experienced, were not faults to be conquered. He could not deny the feelings, nor should he try to change them. "Accept and grow," he (WIntrow) reminded himself, and felt the pain ease." p. 107

Forgiving the Day. Even the youngest child could do this; all it required was looking back over the day and dismissing the day's pains as a thing that were past while choosing to remember as gains lessons learned or moments of insight.

Children are not born with memories of who insulted their mother or slew their grandfather or stole their land. Those hates are bequeathed to them, taught them, breathed into them. If adults didn't tell children of their hereditary hates, perhaps we would do better.