Quotes About Forgiveness

If I hate the sins, I love the sinner, and would do much for his salvation

When a lady condescends to apologise, there is no keeping one's anger.

It may seem a hard matter," says he, "to love our neighbours, who have so much of what is evil about them, and whose faults so often awaken the evil that lingers within ourselves; but remember that he made them, and he loves them; and whosoever loveth him that begat, loveth him that is begotten also.

Revenge! No—what good would that do?—it would make him no better, and me no happier.' 'I

without fostering vain regrets and hurtful aspirations, and feeding thoughts that should be sternly and pitilessly left to perish of inanition.

Its easily done, replied he, with a faint smile, bordering on a sneer: to abuse your friend and knock him on the head, without any assignable cause, and then tell him the deed was not quite correct, but it's no matter whether he pardons it or not.

But this time she declined my proffered aid in so kind and friendly a manner that I almost forgave her.

but if I hate the sins I love the sinner

From henceforth he is dead to me. I want to know nothing. He has deserted me at my hardest time in my hour of need & I want to forget him tho' I wish him every joy & luck & happiness in this life…

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

What is done cannot be undone, but one can prevent it happening again.

But I won't bore you any longer on the subject of old men. It won't make things any better and all my plans of revenge (such as disconnecting the lamp, shutting the door, hiding his clothes) must be abandoned in order to keep the peace. Oh, I'm becoming so sensible! ...

I continued to sit with the open book in my hand and wonder why I was filled with so much anger and hate that I had to confide it all to you. I tried to understand the Anne of last year and make apologies for her, because as long as I leave you with these accusations and don't attempt to explain what prompted them, my conscience won't be clear.

PS. Will the reader please take into consideration that this story was written before the writer's fury had cooled?

I soothe my conscience with the thought that it's better for unkind words to be down on paper than for Mother to have to carry them around in her heart.

Os mortos recebem mais flores do que os vivos, porque o remorso é mais forte que a gratidão

it's better for unkind words to be down on paper than for Mother to have to carry them around in her heart

in spite of everything, I still don't have enough faith in God. He's given me so much, which I don't deserve, and yet each day I make so many mistakes!

I soothe my conscience with the thought that it's better for unkind words to be down on paper than for Mother to have to carry them around in her heart.

I've always had to pay double for my sins: once with scoldings and then again with my own sense of despair.

I tried to understand the Anne of last year and make apologies for her, because as long as I leave you with these accusations and don't attempt to explain what prompted them, my conscience won't be clear.

When a rake falls, he falls forever. <3

Because the forgiven one was always in the wrong. Forgiven didn't mean forgotten.

Forgiveness means it finally becomes unimportant that you hit back. You're done. It doesn't necessarily mean that you want to have lunch with the person. If you keep hitting back, you stay trapped in the nightmare...