Quotes About Forgiveness

Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything, even to someone at the very end of their life

And what of monsters? Can they love too? We know quite well they can. For we know that they do.

Tell me you won't walk away again and I'll call the whole thing off.

I wished to be forgiven. 'It was always so in the eyes of God,' Shirah told me.

Here is the most difficult aspect of forgiveness: You have to ask in order to receive it.

Let love be one, let it heal what had been broken, let it open the door to hope for the future.

To carry such vengeful thoughts was a heavy burden

Should I judge myself?" she ventured to ask. "Or should I leave that to the Almighty, who forgives us all for being what He made us?

Elv felt consoled. She'd done such terrible things no one could forgive her, except perhaps for another sorrowful creature who understood the effects of human cruelty, who could lie down beside her and know she hadn't meant any harm.

No matter what, the past would follow around. A sorry soul that only grew heavier in each town. She couldn't run away.

His song would be our only path, despite any sins w might have committed and any punishments we might deserve. What we believed in, and what we said aloud, we could create before His eyes and in His image.

She's reminded of the time when she would get lost on purpose and her mother would look for her, shouting her name as though calling for a lost dog. Now she burns with regret when she thinks that she hid from her own mother. She should have leapt up and waved her arms. She should have gotten into her mom's car and said, Thank you for rescuing me.

Mrs. Farrell told me that no man was a monster, not even Heathcliff, and that most people's misdeeds were rooted in the treatment they'd received in the world.

What was a dream but a way of knowing what was inside you? After all this time, they forgave each other on this morning in May when the world was green, when bees circled the laurel, when words didn't need to be spoken, when anything that had been lost could still be found.

Who made it your job to feel guilty for every bad thing that happens?

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

When your father doesn't love you, a stone forms inside of you, hard and sharp enough to pierce through bone.

This is how he'll hurt you, this is the way you will blame yourself, this is your salvation, this is what you can see if you open your eyes.

To find someone, it was necessary to follow in the way that the angels who follow men's lives on earth are said to do, charting each trespass without judgment, for judgment is never ours to give.

Não há quem possa brigar com tanta ferocidade quanto uma mãe e uma filha, mas ninguém que possa perdoar tão completamente.

Ignore love, she now understood, and a person might bleed forever, even if no one could tell.

Into this cake Lila had baked three gifts: a cool hand to test for fevers, a kiss with the power to chase away nightmares, a heart that can tell when it's time to let go.

It's still horrible to wish the worst on anyone. I'm sure she had her reasons. Maybe people hurt her feelings, the same way I was hurt. A single word can feel like a rock being thrown at you.

I had swallowed my share of bitterness, but a portion had stuck in my throat and turned to rage.