Quotes About Forgiveness

If you take a bad boy and make him dig a hole

Love covers a multitude of sins…

Mothers can forgive anything! Tell me all, and be sure that I will never let you go, though the whole world should turn from you.

My dear, don't let the sun go down upon your anger - forgive each other, help each other and begin again tomorrow.

for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.

But please hug and kiss me, everyone, and don't mind my dress, I want a great many crumples of this sort put into it today.

men never forgive like women.

the child's heart bled when it was broken.

Don't be sorry, I won't let it hurt me. I'll forget all the bad and remember only the good, for I did enjoy a great deal.

A kiss for a blow is always best, though it's not very easy to give it sometimes.

No, I drank champagne and romped and tried to flirt, and was altogether abominable, said Meg reproachfully.

Yours, Mother? Why, you are never angry! And for the moment Jo forgot remorse in surprise. I've been trying to cure it for forty years, and have only succeeded in controlling it. I am angry nearly every day of my life, Jo, but I have learned not to show it, and I still hope to learn not to feel it, though it may take me another forty years to do so.

I can't help it. You know it's impossible for people to make themselves love other people if they don't, Cried Jo inelegantly but remorsefully, as she softly patted his shoulder, remembering the time when he had comforted her so long ago.

Suppose I broke away and left you, or made it impossible for you to stay. That I was base and false; in every way unworthy of your love, and it was clearly right for you to go, what would you do then?' 'Go away and --' He interrupted with a triumphant laugh, 'Die as heroines always do, tender slaves that they are.' 'No, live and forget you,' was the unexpected reply.

Lessons in patience were so sweetly taught her that she could not fail to learn them, charity for all, the lovely spirit that can forgive and truly forget unkindness, the loyalty to duty that makes the hardest easy, and the sincere faith that fears nothing, but trusts undoubtingly.

Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. I hate such things, and though I think I've a right to be hurt, I don't intend to show it. They will feel that more than angry speeches or huffy actions, won't they, Marmee?

No; never repeat that foolish gossip, and forget it as soon as you can.

My dear, don't let the sun go down upon your anger. Forgive each other, help each other, and begin again tomorrow.

You think your temper is the worst in the world, but mine used to be just like it." "Yours, Mother? Why, you are never angry!" And for the moment Jo forgot remorse in surprise. "I've been trying to cure it for forty years, and have only succeeded in controlling it. I am angry nearly every day of my life, Jo, but I have learned not to show it, and I still hope to learn not to feel it, though it may take me another forty years to do so.

don't let the sun go down upon your anger. Forgive each other, help each other, and begin again tomorrow.

That was all, except a little pause. Then Laurie straightened himself up, said, It's all right, never mind, and went away without another word. Ah, but it wasn't all right, and Jo did mind, for while the curly head lay on her arm a minute after her hard answer, she felt as if she had stabbed her dearest friend, and when he left her without a look behind him, she knew that the boy Laurie never would come again.

I want to tell; but some things even you couldn't forgive; and if you let go of me, I'm afraid I can't keep afloat.' 'Mothers can forgive anything!

If Marmee shook her fist instead of kissing her hand to us, it would serve us right, for more ungrateful wretches than we are were never seen," cried Jo, taking a remorseful satisfaction in the snowy walk and bitter wind.

A kiss for a blow is always best, though it's not very easy to give it sometimes," said her mother, with the air of one who had learned the difference between preaching and practicing.