Quotes About Forgiveness

I take back the more personal insults if you will take back your arm without putting it to impious uses.

But I am no godly man. I'm only a commander of some experience, who knows how to ask a tired army to throw its heart into a citadel and follow it. Forgive me.

You're thinking that people don't keep up old jealousies for twenty years or so. Perhaps not. Not just primitive, brute jealousy. That means a word and a blow. But the thing that rankles is hurt vanity. That sticks. Humiliation. And we've all got a sore spot we don't like to have touched.

If men will not understand the meaning of judgement, they will never come to understand the meaning of grace.

I am ready,' said Gilda Farren, 'to forgive—' 'Never do that,' said Wimsey. 'Forgiveness is the one unpardonable sin.

And let her loves, when she is dead Write this above her bones, No more she lives to give us bread Who asked her only stones.

Let the past die, my child, and go gaily on from its unmarked grave.

Forgiveness does not wipe away the consequences of the sin. The consequences are borne by somebody.

George Herbert said, "He who cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself.

But Jesus stooped down and wrote on the ground with His finger, as though He did not hear" (John 8:5, 6).

I searched my soul, and discovered that there was nothing anywhere in my upbringing, experience, or even primal instincts to tell me how to react to someone who has quite simply, calmly, sitting right there in front of me, stolen one of my biscuits.

I cry because the future has once again found its sparkle and has grown a million times larger. And I cry because I am ashamed of how badly I have treated the people I love–of how badly I behaved during my own personal Dark Ages–back before I had a future and someone who cared for me from above. It is like today the sky opened up and only now am I allowed to enter

Yet how often is it that we are rescued by a stranger, if ever at all? And how is it that our lives can become drained of the possibility of forgiveness and kindness - so drained that even one small act of mercy becomes a potent lifelong memory? How do our lives reach these points?

New York City had a short memory for violence

Forgive them, for they know not what they do.

The very root of sin, to use Jesus' language, is something that can be forgiven. It's forgivable because it's an unconscious act, a result of being spiritually asleep. We can't be blamed for being unconscious, for acting out our unconsciousness, even for feeling the effects of our unconsciousness within our psychology.

And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

Thou needs must spit it out and make clean thy mouth.

When deep slumber falls, remembered sins Chafe the sore heart with fresh pain, and no Welcome wisdom meets within.

Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

Don't cry over spilt milk.

A cutting word is worse than a bowstring; a cut may heal, but the cut of the tongue does not

Elephants can remember, but we are human beings and mercifully human beings can forget.

There is too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will. I must concede you the Devil. God doesn't really need to punish us, Miss Barton. We're so busy punishing ourselves.