Quotes About Forgiveness

The gods...the gods may forgive much, to a truly penitent heart. Her smile grew bitter as desert brine. The gods may forgive Ista all day long. But if Ista does not forgive Ista, the gods may go hang themselves.

He'd tried for me twice. Three times, if what you say is true. I decided not to give him a fourth chance." "Oh." Penric sank back, signing himself. "I regret… not doing better with him." "Well, he's his god's problem now. Don't promote your troubles beyond your rank." "That is actually theologically sound advice.

My mother was a real soldier, too. And I don't think she ever failed to feel another's pain. Not even her enemy's.

You shall lie warm here, watching the long lake change its faces, winter to spring, summer to fall. No armies march here, and even the deepest midnights aren't wholly dark. Surely God won't overlook you, in such a spot as this. There will be grace and forgiveness enough, old dog, even for you." He lit the offering. "I pray you will spare me a drink from that cup, when it overflows

May I come in? His smile softened. The choice is yours, my Ista. As you do not deny Me, I will not deny you. Yet I would still await you, if you chose the long way home. I might become lost upon the road. She looked away.

Her smile grew bitter as desert brine. "The gods may forgive Ista all day long. But if Ista does not forgive Ista, the gods may go hang themselves.

Instead, they'd smile and speak softly, as though I were going to be all right, as though I weren't wearing one navy and one black loafer. As though I weren't driving down the street with my purse on the roof of the car or leaving the oven on preheat all night.

Oh yeah, by the way, baby. I'm your husband. You know, the one that died? The one that wouldn't come back to you for six fucking years. Yeah, she'd accept that easily enough. Bullshit.

Let the past not be forgotten. Let the lessons not be in vain.

That's what I mean," said Ilka. "We are, all of us, ridiculous. All we can hear is somebody saying we are less than perfect. And it's not as if we hadn't already got that figured out for ourselves." "I never mind being told when I'm wrong." Ilka said, "Will you forgive me if I don't believe you?

God is in the forgiveness business. You don't have to get your life all straightened up before you talk to him.

Forgiveness lives alone and far off down the road, but bitterness and art are close, gossipy neighbors, sharing the same clothesline, hanging out their things, getting their laundry confused.

Jane gave Heffie an anxious look. It said Please forgive me. It also said What is your problem? and Have a nice day Pleasantness was the machismo of the Midwest. There was something athletic about it. You flexed your face into a smile and let it hover there like the dare of a cat

Do you think people can be rehabilitated and forgiven? Sure! Look at Ollie North. Well, he lost that Senate race. He was not sufficiently forgiven. But he got some votes, Jan insisted. Yeah, and now what is he doing? Now he's back promoting a line of fire-retardant pajamas. It's a life!

You'll never get ahead of anyone as long as you try to get even with him.

believe, it is the height of love to—to release a loved one.

Moreover it is one of the greatest curses of religion that it takes only the very slightest twist of a knife tip in the cloth of a shirt to turn neighbours who have loved each other into bitter enemies.

Madame will forgive me for not perceiving her busyness. It is a sign of the highest breeding to be able to be busy whilst appearing idle to the uninformed observer.

I wonder why it is the man who pleads for mercy never gives it.

This Indian wife you have... - Had. She's dead. - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up an unhappy memory. - I can't remember anything unhappy about Destarte.

A burned-out, hobble-footed wreck of a cowboy! but, strangely, there were those at the ranch who learned to love him. They knew his story.

No man can save his brother's soul, or pay his brother's debt.

All that was long ago, and a mill does not turn upon water that is past, nor does a ship sail with the winds of yesterday.

Trouble with me was, I was a mighty poor hater. There was satisfaction in winning, but winning would have been better if nobody had to lose. That's the way I've always felt, I guess.