Quotes About Forgiveness

His mother's memory tore at his heart because she had died loving him, when he was too young and selfish to love her in return

There were things, your own acts, from which you could not recover. Something was killed in your breast; burnt out, cauterized out.

El recuerdo de su madre le torturaba porque había muerto amándole cuando él era demasiado joven y egoísta para devolverle ese cariño y porque de alguna manera — no recordaba cómo— se había sacrificado a un concepto de la lealtad que era privatísimo e inalterable.

Guard well within yourself that treasure - kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.

and that feeling, that feeling of being accepted back again and again, of someone's affection for you expanding to encompass whatever new flawed thing had just manifested in you, that was the deepest, dearest thing he'd ever--

We were perhaps not so unlovable as we had come to believe.

Err in the direction of kindness.

Then I'm a paunchy guy in a room, with a note pinned to his sleeve: You were alone in the world, it says, and did a kindness for someone in need. Good for you. Now post this module, and follow this map to the home of Mrs. Ken Schwartz. Care for her with some big money that will come in the mail. Find someone to love. Your heart has never been broken. You've never done anything unforgivable or hurt anyone beyond reparation. Everyone you've ever loved you've treated like gold.

which made me feel the kind of shame you know you're not going to cure by saying sorry, and where the only thing to do is: go out, get more shame.

They were both so scared they weren't talking at all, which made me feel the kind of shame you know you're not going to cure by saying sorry, and where the only thing to do is: go out, get more shame.

They were sorry, they were saying with their bodies, they were accepting each other back, and that feeling, that feeling of being accepted back again and again, of someone's affection for you expanding to encompass whatever new flawed thing had just manifested in you, that was the deepest, dearest thing he'd ever—

They were sorry, they were saying with their bodies, they were accepting each other back, and that feeling, that feeling of being accepted back again and again, of someone's affection for you expanding to encompass whatever new flawed thing had just manifested in you, that was the deepest, dearest thing he'd ever—

and that feeling, that feeling of being accepted back again and again, of someone's affection for you expanding to encompass whatever new flawed thing had just manifested in you, that was the deepest, dearest thing he'd ever—

Had been grandmothers, tolerant and frank, recipients of certain dark secrets, who, by the quality of their unjudging listening, granted tacit forgiveness, and thus let in the sun.

That is why I came back. I was wrong in life, limited, shrank everything down to my size, and yet, in the end, there was something light-craving within me, which sent me back, and saved me.

At the end of my life, I know I won't be wishing I'd held more back, been less effusive, more often stood on ceremony, forgiven less, spent more days oblivious to the secret wishes and fears of the people around me.

Brenda was having none of it. She sat there like one of the working-class ladies of his childhood, bitter fighters with bright red faces, emanating a savage scary blankness that he understood to mean: Fuck you, you are not forgiven.

You may have herd the Yuman frase, What are frends for? Well, I will tell you. Frends are for, when your hole Groop terns its baks on you, here comes your frend, Fox 7, of who I spoke of erlyer, as being the first Fox I ever spoke Yuman to, troting up beside you.

I see the pain I've caused. I see the man I could have been, and the man I was, and then everything is bright and new and keen with love and I sweep through Sam's body, trying to change him, trying to shard, and feeling only hate and hate, solid as stone.

Well, the sister said. Be very sorry for your sins. Oh, he said. I have cried over them all the night, and also for my obstinacy toward your kindness. Will you forgive me? Tears filled his eyes as the nun baptized him. Then he slipped away.

Aun el más oscuro criminal puede redimirse

La mayoría de los matrimonios, la mayoría de las relaciones amorosas, logra perdurar gracias a un rosario de reconciliaciones, no siempre veraces.

Be not glad at the misfortune of another, though he may be your enemy.

Those who have committed no faults want no pardon. We are only defending what we deem our indisputable rights.