Quotes About Forgiveness

Anyone can fall in love, but not just anyone can achieve forgiveness and acceptance and real, deep respect for his or her former partner the way these two have.

compassion, thoughtful opinions. He admits when he's wrong; he admits when he doesn't know. This is why their friendship has lasted while so many others have fallen away.

She had spent much of the previous six months hating Mick for what had happened with Brigid—but hate was not the opposite of love. Indifference was the opposite of love, and for the first time, Ayers felt like she could take Mick or leave him. Tonight, she would leave him.

You're human and human beings make mistakes and act in all kinds of ways we shouldn't.

What is the most important lesson of all? Perseverance? Honesty? Forgiveness? Love?

The Vineyard is a great place to live… until you screw up.

William Carlos Williams? "This Is Just to Say"—yes, Dabney had always loved that poem. In the years of Agnes's growing up, a copy of the poem had been taped to the refrigerator door. It was an apology poem—forgive me, they were delicious, so sweet and so cold. Box was holding out the plum and a bottle of chilled Perrier with a silly grin on his face. Celerie

Barrett crumpled the plastic from his sandwich. "I'd never hurt her intentionally." Right, Chess thought. But people rarely hurt each other intentionally.

You can be related to someone who's done a bad thing and not be a bad person. You can love someone who's done a bad thing and not be a bad person. You can even be someone who's done a bad thing and not be a bad person

It seemed the cruelest circumstance life had to offer—that someone she loved so profoundly could hurt her so badly and still that love did not die.

If any have a stone to throwIt is not I, ever or now.

You have to know what people are capable of, and forgive them for whatever they're not. It'll

You have to know what people are capable of, and forgive them for whatever they're not.

Leave it all in the Hands that were wounded for you

The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well.

forgive me If you are not living if you, my beloved, my love if you have died, all the leaves will fall on my breast it will rain upon my soul night and day the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with cold and fire and death and snow my feet will want to march toward where you sleep, but I shall go on living . . .

I suppose we never know what we have the capacity to forgive until we're truly tested.

To regret your sins of commission as much as your sins of omission is to prove yourself a most unworthy sinner.

I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance. In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun. On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.

Change what you can. Accept that which you cannot change. Forgive it all.

We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause; Good kings, who disemboweled for a tax; Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy; Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs; And damned the general world for standing up. Now, may the good God pardon all good men!

I wanted to make a full letter of it; and Robert always says that it's the bane of a correspondence to make a full letter a condition of writing at all. But so much I had to tell you! while the mere outline of facts you had from others, I knew. Which is just said that you may forgive us both, and believe that we think of you and love you, yes, and talk of you, even when we don't write to you, and that we shall write to you for the future more regularly, indeed.

To know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody. —QUENTIN CRISP