Quotes About Forgiveness

They are deceived who flatter themselves that the ignorant and debased slave has no conception of the magnitude of his wrongs. They are deceived who imagine that he arises from his knees, with back lacerated and bleeding, cherishing only a spirit of meekness and forgiveness. A day may come—it will come, if his prayer is heard—a terrible day of vengeance when the master in his turn will cry in vain for mercy.

They are deceived who imagine that he arises from his knees, with back lacerated and bleeding, cherishing only a spirit of meekness and forgiveness. A day may come—it will come, if his prayer is heard—a terrible day of vengeance when the master in his turn will cry in vain for mercy.

And yet, I also understood the need for this journey. To simply say to myself or anyone else, "I am forgiven" or "I forgive" could not shift my past karmic energy as well as walking the Camino. I was walking myself out of trauma and grief and anger and shame and righteous indignation and feelings of worthlessness and over-thinking and every other faulty human perception that blocked the truth of my being from shining through.

If we think of our life as a journey [...] we don't want to move into our future lugging along the heavy baggage of our past. One way to lighten the load is to work on forgiveness and acceptance.

Affirm: I forgive myself for judging and resenting. I release myself from all of my judgments and resentments, as well as from all negative perceptions. With my breath, I share my spirit with all and return to peace and balance. So be it.

the healing power of letting go. I've had to let go of my anger and hurt.

Once we understand that patriarchy is totally dependent upon our mistrusting and thwarting and hurting one another, and that for this reason we have been deliberately, thoroughly, and fiercely indoctrinated from birth to hate and to hurt women, surely we can forgive one another and learn to resist the most central and deadly of all patriarchal mandates.

I stare into his eyes, I shake my head, sorry for the chance we lost. The chance we maybe never had. But not for saving him. I would do that again, no matter the cost.

But what can you do about mistakes except think, Won't do that again, and move forward?

The trouble with me is, I can't let things go.

The trouble is, I'm sorry doesn't power anything. It drags you down.

You forgive the person and you endlessly rationalize and you forget... That there are other people out there, says Seb softly, and as he meets my eyes, I feel a sudden tightening in my stomach. Other people. What does he mean? Me? No, don't be stupid, I scold myself at once. Of course he doesn't mean me. He probably means, like, there are loads of people on Tinder.

But even bitterness fades away eventually. We both have to believE that. Don't we?

It doesn't matter," she says, her voice soft. "Don't beat yourself up for not knowing all the answers. You don't always have to know who you are. You don't have to have the big picture, or know where you're heading. Sometimes it's enough just to know what you're going to do next.

For someone who looks after hearts, you can be careless. You know you broke mine, don't you?

Whatever's gone before, life's too short not to make amends. Life's too short to bear a grudge.

A mistake isn't a mistake." Guy pauses. "Unless it can't be put right." As he says the words, his eyes seem to hold an extra significance.

Whatever's gone before, life's too short not to make amends. Life's too short to bear a grudge. On

Take these things to heart, my son, I warn you. All men make mistakes, it is only human. But once the wrong is done, a man can turn his back on folly, misfortune too, if he tries to make amends, however low he's fallen, and stops his bullnecked ways. Stubbornness brands you for stupidity - pride is a crime.

All men make mistakes.

To err is common To all men, but the man who having erred Hugs not his errors, but repents and seeks The cure, is not a wastrel nor unwise.

You, you'll see no more the pain I suffered, all the pain I caused! Too long you looked on the ones you never should have seen, blind to the ones you longed to see, to know! Blind from this hour on! Blind in the darkness-blind!

A sight to touch e'en hatred's self with pity.

Shall not I Learn place and wisdom? Have I not learned this, Only so much to hate my enemy, As though he might again become my friend, And so much good to wish to do my friend, As knowing he may yet become my foe?