Quotes About Forgiveness

I just...feel like I need to save everyone. To redeem myself.

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Thomas: Is it [my brain] fixed? Brenda: It worked, judging from the fact that you're not trying to kill us anymore...

I'm so sorry," he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. I'm so sorry." Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say. "Me ... too," she whispered. "I only ever ... cared for...

It's your incalculable ability to trust others that has always touched me. And I'm sorry to have taken advantage of it so many times" - Dr. Paige

And hating himself for caring after everything she'd done to him.

Saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me. Thomas read it over and over, wishing the words would change. To think that his friend hat been so scared that he'd had the foresight to write those words made him sick to his stomach. And he remembered how angry Newt had been at Thomas specifically when they'd found him in the bowling alley. He'd just wanted to avoid the inevitable fate of becoming a Crank. And Thomas had failed him.

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling outside, as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong. (Minho from The Maze Runner)

Tom, I'm really sorry. I can tell you're having a hard time forgiving me. Would you be any different? No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

Maybe you'll forgive me someday." Thomas almost hated her for sounding so reasonable.

I'm trying to forget just as much as you probably are. Look, I'm not stupid. I know that we can never be the same. But I still wouldn't change anything. It was the plan and it worked. You're not dead and that's worth it to me. Maybe you'll forgive me someday.

Forget all the weird stuff. Forget all the bad things. Forget it all.

KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

We're not here about revenge,

Name's Newt, Greenie, and we'd all be right cheery if ya'd forgive our klunk-for-brains new leader, here.

No man will be kept in hell loner than is necessary to bring him to a fitness for something better. When he reaches that stage the prison doors will open and there will be rejoicing among the hosts who welcome him into a better state.

Closure is bullshit.

Be kind to people whether they deserve your kindness or not. If your kindness reaches the deserving good for you if your kindness reaches the undeserving take joy in your compassion.

Always write angry letters to your enemies. Never mail them.

To forgive is human, to forget divine. . ..

therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.

Who taught us to bow our heads while waiting for trains? to touch lumber without regret and sing privately or not at all? To invest the season with forgiveness and coax from it a hopeful omen? Lord knows the hope would heal this little fear. But who taught us to fear?