Quotes About Forgiveness

It's wrong to hate them," Constance said, "it only weakens you

Eternal damnation is the lot of mankind; neither tears, nor reparation, can undo Man's heritage of sin.

Hugh Crain," Theodora said, "you were a dirty old man, and you made a dirty old house and if you can still hear me from anywhere I would like to tell you to your face that I genuinely hope you will spend eternity in that foul horrible picture and never stop burning for a minute.

Constance stirred, and the leaves rustled. The way you did before? she asked. It had never been spoken of between us, not once in six years. Yes, I said after a minute, the way I did before.

But go argue with an ignoramus. I'm referring to my own brother, Henikh, may God not punish me for these words.

I'm her friend. What have I got against her? But on the other hand, she didn't do right by me.

As my mother says, there's no need to show the beaten dog a stick….

But the scrawny, powerless man with his arms outstretched on the cross had at some point reclaimed Otsu. Still, that doesn't change the fact that I won. With startling rapacity God had merely picked up a man I discarded.

I felt a surge of love for my aunt. We disagreed about so many things, yet here was family: the people who kept dancing with you, even after the music stopped.

There are no mistakes

Wenn man einem Menschen alles verziehen hat, ist man mit ihm fertig.

ourselves, the man raised his voice to say. The only moral, meaningful course for a civilization facing its own end: To learn how to ask forgiveness and to atone in some tiny measure for the devastating harm we had done to our human family and to our fellow creatures and to the beautiful earth. To love and forgive one another as best we

And if that's what he had to do in order not to suffer, on top of everything else, the pain of guilt, that's all right with me. That's all right with me.

As your pierced hands were stretched out on the cross, O precious Lord of Heaven. No matter how far a soul might stray from the path of righteousness, the pierced hands were stretched out, yearning. Only one thing was needed: that the sinful soul should turn toward the open embrace, freely, like a child who goes to his father and not like a thrall who is chased home to his stern master.

Catherine [of Siena] compares justice combined with mercy with a precious pearl. Justice without mercy would be dark, cruel, more like injustice than justice. But mercy without justice would be like salve on a sore which should be cleansed with the red-hot iron; if the salve is applied before the wound is cleansed it only makes it smart, and does not heal it

Her father's marvelous gentleness was not because he lacked a keen enough perception of the faults and wretchedness of others; it came from his constant searching of his own heart before God, crushing it in repentance over his own failings. No

Don't you remember, my sister, when the Devil tried to tempt Saint Martin? Then the Fiend asked Saint Martin whether he dared believe it when he promised God's mercy to all the sinners whose confessions he heard. And the bishop answered, 'Even to you I promise God's forgiveness at the very instant you ask for it—if only you will give up your pride and believe that His love is greater than your hatred.

It's a sin to brood over and dwell on the sins we have confessed to the priest and repented before God, reviving his forgiveness through the hand and the words of the priest.

I wot well you are more more godly in such-like things that I can ever be—yet, Kristin, 'tis hard for me to see how it should be a right reading of God's word to go on, as your way is, ever storing up wrath and never forgetting.

Easter, I don't want you to die and go to Heaven without having a little fun. The Lord forgives all things, honey. Live, sister!

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

Did he know already that he would get a sunflower when he was buried? The murderer would own something even when he was dead…And I?

Look,' he said, 'those Jews died quickly, they did not suffer as i do—though they were not as guilty as I am.

I stood up and looked in his direction, at his folded hands. Between then there seemed to rest a sunflower. At last I made up my mind and without a word I left the room.