Quotes About Forgiveness

When it comes to God] We can't run out of second chances...only time.

But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us and to cleanse us from every wrong.

How she wished she'd asked Father more about this Jack Ludgrove instead of storming out in a huff.

Owing to our first-formed parent's injury, the maker grieved; when he bit the baleful apple and thereby collapsed in death, he himself the wood then marked out that wood's damage to repair. —Venantius Fortunatus

The third section tells the rest of the story also from the cross's perspective, vividly elaborating its feelings as it is pierced with nails, spat upon, then cast aside. The poem concludes when the original narrator awakens. The cross charges him to hold it in awe, share the vision with others, and to follow the path to righteousness.

An apology might help, but you can change your life without one.

Never regret your past. Rather, embrace it as the teacher that it is.

Mazy Watts, Charlotte, and a chorus of others who slowly gathered to the porch that night and sang until the sun came up. Maybe thirty people showed, maybe more, from who knows where, to sing, to praise, to give thanks, to ask for forgiveness, to ask for salvation, to lament, to exalt, to grieve, to accept, to weep, to live, to die, to sing the gospel. It was as if church were open all night under the stars.

Never be a prisoner of your past. Become the architect of you future. You will never be the same.

They had battled and bloodied one another, they had kept secrets, broken hearts, lied, betrayed, exiled, they had walked away, said goodbye and sworn it was forever, and somehow, every time, they had mended, they had forgiven, they had survived. Some mistakes could never be fixed - some, but not all. Some people can't be driven away, no matter how hard you try. Some friendships won't break.

You could love something and still understand it had ruined your life.

A little while later Jack walked into the kitchen at the bar and saw Preacher scowl his greeting. Bravely, Jack walked up to the counter. "Hey, man," he said. "You were right, I was wrong, and I'd like us to get back on the same team." "You sure this team of mine isn't too much trouble for little you?" Preacher asked. "Okay, you about done? Because this really hurts and I'm trying not to deck you right now.

Thanks a lot. You could have cut the girl some slack. We haven't had anything pretty to look at around here since Bradley's old golder retriever died died last fall.

When you screw up you own it, you make amends, you learn your lesson.

He said he loved me and wanted me no matter what my past had been like, no matter what load I was bringing along. That's never been a secret in our family—that

Lou had a memory like an elephant; it took a lot to cause her to hold a grudge, but once she achieved it, it was even harder for her to let go.

Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies—Nelson Mandela. "Enough,

Rick was dying as he watched. Of course, he hadn't bothered going to her graduation, nor had he given her a card or even congratulated her. And he wanted those arms around him, those lips on his cheek. Not that he'd done one thing to deserve it. Jack

Why don't you go over there? Say hello?" the bartender asked. He looked up at his new friend. "Yeah…well… The last time we talked, I wasn't her favorite person." The bartender laughed. "Hard to imagine," he said. Sean

Perfect families don't just happen. But they can be made. Mistakes, regret, repair.

Sergeant, I could've caught her in bed with the man, and I still wouldn't have killed her. Not that kind of guy? Not that kind of marriage.

It's cataloguing all my sins that has me hung up. For all my talk of honesty, there's only so much scrutiny I can handle. Though asking for forgiveness is also an issue. How do you apologize to the dead?

We can walk his last steps. We can retrieve his bones to be laid to rest next to his mother's. But we'll still never know everything that happened to Tim. Sooner or later, his father and his friends will have to come to terms with that. That the quality of their future sleep won't be determined by a visit to his grave, but by their ability to let go.

Unfinished business. An addict's life is filled with such instances. The coulda, woulda, shouldas that will never happen again.