Quotes About Forgiveness

Ten paciencia contigo mismo y con los demás. No les critiques y de ese modo no regresará hasta ti ese karma, que se manifestará en otros criticándote a ti, algo que te puede apesadumbrar.

He's failed her as much as she's betrayed him. Nothing more needs to be known or said.

And sometimes men fail, I answered silently. Sometimes they don't forgive. Sometimes what you see is only the bright surface of something cold and deep.

forgiveness and responsibility are not the same thing. No one can absolve him of his responsibility. He will remain responsible for the rest of his life. And he knows it, or he would not have told you what he has done.

differently?" "I cannot go back and choose again," he replied. "So I don't ask myself what I could have done. I ask myself how I can live with it today.

When you come near to something that can't be made right, you have to approach it with love, and not vengeance. Vengeance is how we got into this in the first place.

Punishment and revenge are two different things.

A man must at times be hard as nails: willing to face up to the truth about himself, and about the woman he loves, refusing compromise when compromise is wrong. But he must also be tender. No weapon will breach the armor of a woman's resentment like tenderness.

Please," she whispered, her tears flowing unchecked. "Tell me what to say and I will say it gladly. If I have hurt your pride then take mine. I have no use for it without you.

The past can't be changed, can it? It can just be forgiven.

It's hard to criticize someone if you are praying for them.

God uses the flawed, the failures, and the imperfect to accomplish His perfect will.

I don't hate humanity and I'm not interested in people who do. Although, it's funny, actually, some of my favorite writers really do. Like Martin Amis. My dirty secret. 'London Fields' is one of my favorite books ever. And it's indefensible! But he's so funny... I forgive him everything.

those who break the law should be loved more and not less for their sin, for if we do not forgive then is sin added to sin and the end is death.

The God who had thrust him through in the darkness with probings of dread and shame was the same God who now held out the sword and shield.

There are some people who don't realize what it is they are doing to others until they are paid back in their own coin. But those are not the worst. The worst are those whose unkindness is calculated.

There was no resentment in her manner, for acceptance and not resentment was the essence of her...

The past, she knew, is inviolable, one of the few things in life that cannot be marred by present foolishness, and in it the present may find its peace.

It is much harder, I suppose, to let things go. One is then forced to deal with oneself. But then again, I deal with myself everyday. And once in a while it fells good to hold on to resentment. Sometimes, it's all that I have to hold on to.

The older you get, the closer your loves are to the surface . She was breathing rarefied air, the ether you come upon at high altitudes. I understood finally how long-held grievances and petty smallnesses might get burned off, and pure creativity and humour remain.

The mistakes don't matter," he informed her one night after she stumbled over a station ID and apologized on air. "It's the recovery that counts." If she had a nickel for every one of his smiles, she'd have ten cents. She nodded sheepishly, preferring Harry's way of phrasing the same point. "I learned that a mistake is just something you go on from." Harry's advice gave her a route to follow, a path forward. Somehow Eddy managed to exchange one form of stress for another.

Forgiveness, she was thinking, was in some terrible, overeager way, a lack of curiosity. It was a big, powerful hose that washed everything away. She had, in effect, turned the hose on herself. "Of course I forgive you." As eager to reconcile as she has been in the schoolyard and in her first marriage too. Only to think that now she should not have been so hasty. Forgiveness was the premature end to the story. She had skipped to the last page instead of reading the book through.

I might not have behaved the way I did. I might not have gotten drunk every night, slept around, done drugs, woken up in strange houses wondering where I was and what I'd done the night before.

Why?" he whispered as he leaned over her, supported on one arm. "Why must ye be the one that haunts me dreams? I've seen ye weepin' night after bloody night since the day I sent ye from me palace with yer dress half undone. If I had it to do over again, I'd cut me own right hand off rather than hurt ye so. Will ye never be able to forgive me, Silence love?" "I already have," she replied, cradling his cheek in her hand. "Long, long ago.