Quotes About Forgiveness

But after this natural burst of indignation, no man of sense, courage, or prudence will waste his time or his strength in retrospective reproaches or repinings.

Ever since I got married I've been thinking night and day about whose fault it was, and every time I think about it, out comes a new fault to eat up the old one; but always there's a fault left.

I don't spend a lot of time thinking about regrets because there's nothing I can do.

The good parent: someone who doesn't mind, for a time, being hated by their children.

Time heals all things.

Forgetting is something that time takes care of, but forgiveness is an act of volition, and only the sufferer is qualified to make the decision.

How long does it have to go on? This punishment? Haven't I done time enough, haven't I served my term? can't I apply for a-pardon?

For the innocent, the past may hold a reward. But for the treacherous, it's only a matter of time before the past delivers what they truly deserve.

The time for the healing of the wounds has come. The moment to bridge the chasms that divide us has come. The time to build is upon us.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

I would find myself getting deeply distressed if I lived in hindsight all the time.

When guilt rears its ugly head confront it, discuss it and let it go. The past is over. It is time to ask what can we do right, not what did we do wrong. Forgive yourself and move on.

I believe that we can heal Rwanda - and our world - by healing one heart at a time.

Ebie, dear child. And he took me in his strong arms. You aren't angry with me? I couldn't believe it. Angry? Of course not. Courage is shown in different ways, Ebie. If others don't always recognize it, that's their fault, not ours.

You do not know just what you've been forgiven.

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.

Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again--

There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.

easing up on seventy, an age when a man might be forgiven follicular failure.

It was a kind of circular thing: to be the kind of person who would have taken Faith in, he had to be the kind of person who would take her back.

Peter was easing up on seventy, an age when a man might be forgiven follicular failure. But Rebecca forgave him nothing. She told herself that this was not because he

Death is so strange, so mysterious, so sad, that we want to blame someone for it. And it was easy to blame me. Besides, when people wonder how I survived being accused of killing my mother, none of them realizes that watching her die was many, many times worse. And knowing I could have killed her was nothing compared to knowing I could not save her.

I was not really angry: I felt for him all the time, and longed to be reconciled; but I determined he should make the first advances, or at least show some signs of an humble and contrite spirit, first; for, if I began, it would only minister to his self-conceit, increase his arrogance, and quite destroy the lesson I wanted to give him.