Quotes About Forgiveness

Pensé que había superado mi admiración por ella. Pensé que la había olvidado. Pero estaba equivocado.

I've killed him," she murmured. "I've killed Donald the Grim. Faith, what will become of me? I've killed a man who stood as guardian to me. I'll go to Hell, as sure as I stand here." Kneeling swiftly

AMNESTY, n. The state's magnanimity to those offenders whom it would be too expensive to punish.

MidÅ'n egy napon gyermeki duzzogásomban meggondolatlanul letéptem kishúgom fülét, anyám korholó szava - Meglepsz, fiam! - annyira szíven ütött, hogy egész éjszaka sírva, álmatlanul hánykolódtam ágyamban, majd anyám lábához vetettem magam, s így kértem bocsánatát: - Ne haragudj, édesanyám, hogy meglepetést okoztam neked!

I could do nothing but hope that Heaven would be more merciful to us all than we are to one another.

Satana: Vorrei chiedere un unico favore, egli disse. Dio: Di' pure. Mi risulta che sta per essere creato l'uomo. Avrà bisogno di leggi. Miserabile! Tu, destinato ad essere il suo avversario, tu, che dall'alba dell'eternità sei stato riempito d'odio per l'anima sua, tu chiedi il diritto di fargli le leggi? Chiedo perdono; ciò che domando è che gli sia permesso di farsele da solo". E così fu ordinato.

DELUGE, n. A notable first experiment in baptism which washed away the sins (and sinners) of the world.

APOLOGIZE, v.i. To lay the foundation for a future offence.

REPENTANCE, n. The faithful attendant and follower of Punishment. It is usually manifest in a degree of reformation that is not inconsistent with continuity of sin.

She'll forgive me for defending myself as soon as she...gets back. And you had better hope that she is back by the next time those pretty black eyes open, because otherwise, I am going to have to get creative, and you probably aren't going to enjoy that, So shut your mouth, shut your eyes, and go to sleep, or I swear to Heaven, Hell, and all the worlds between, I will give you good reason to scream.

Vengeance only walks a circle. From blood, back to blood. Death waits for us all. You can follow your path to her bent under a burden of rage. I did, for many years. You can let it poison you." He took a long breath, and let it sigh away. "Or you can let it go.

Honest men are so very rare, they are often mistaken for criminals, for rebels, for madmen. What were your crimes, anyway, but to be different?' 'Robbery the first time, and I served seven years. When they caught me again there were eighty-four counts, with fourteen murders.' Cosca cocked an eyebrow. 'But we're you truly guilty?' 'Yes' He frowned for a moment then waved it away. 'Nobody's perfect. Lets leave the past behind us.

Sand dan Glokta, shield to the helpless. Is it ever too late to be . . . a good man?

You treat folk the way you'd want to be treated, and you can't go far wrong. That's what my father told me. Forgot that advice, for a long time, and I done things I can never make up for. Still, it doesn't hurt to try. My experience? You get what you give, in the end.

Vengeance can feel fine, but it's a luxury. It doesn't fill your belly, or keep the rain off.

But you know what they say - old milk turns sour but old scores just get sweeter.

His lip began to tremble and he covered his face with his hands. 'My fault . . . if something were to happen to her . . .' His shoulders shook silently, and Glokta raised his eyebrows. He was used to men crying in his presence of course. But I usually have at least to show them the instruments first.

you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

But there's so much to feel sorry for in the world. Can't waste too much on folk who act like pricks.

The dead can forgive. The dead can be forgiven. The rest of us have better things to do.

He had sworn a thousand times to kill her, but Cosca had broken all manner of oaths in his life, and the sight of her brought no rage. Instead what welled up in him was a mixture of worn-out self-pity, sappy joy and, most of all, piercing shame at seeing in her face how far he had fallen. He felt the ache in his nose, behind his cheeks, tears welling in his stinging eyes. For once he was grateful that they were red as wounds at the best of times. If he wept, no once could tell the difference.

If you want to be a fine new person with a fine new life you've got to put the person you were behind you, like a snake sheds its skin. You've got to stop picking through your hoard of hurts and grievances like a miser with his coins, set 'em down and allow yourself to go free. You've got to forgive and you've got to trust, not because anyone else deserves it, but because you do.

All I know is there's no changing yesterday. You can only look to do better tomorrow.

There was a red stain across Gorst's eye above the flatbow bolt. But the other one rolled up towards Leo. It seemed, somehow, he still had that smile. 'Do you believe...' His voice sounded much like anyone else's, whispering. 'In redemption?' 'I don't fucking care.' 'You're young. Give it time.