Quotes About Forgiveness

Lostface!" Cloudtail spat suddenly. The venom in his voice startled Fireheart. "I hate that name," he hissed. "What right does Bluestar have to remind her of what happened every time a cat speaks to her? Well, I'm not going to use it again. And if Bluestar objects, she can . . . she can go and eat snails!

the wood. The king was grieved, but he never thought that the queen had done this wicked deed. He took the girl

Forgiveness is the key to the recovery of the soul.

All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

The manly man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never for himself.

Some plants of the bitterest root have the whitest and sweetest blossoms; so the bitterest wrong has the sweetest repentance.

God builds for every sinner, if he will but come back, a highway of golden promises from the depths of degradation and sin clear up to the Father's house.

When we have heartily repented of a wrong, we should let all the waves of forgetfulness roll over it, and go forward unburdened to meet the future.

There is an ugly kind of forgiveness in this world--a kind of hedgehog forgiveness, shot out like quills.

If one could wallow amid filth for half a life and then wash himself clean in a day, then sin would be no worse than dirt on the hands which water can cleanse in a minute. Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.

Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note, torn in two and burned up, so that it never can be shown against the man.

Never forget what a man has said to you when he was angry. If he has charged you with anything, you had better look it up. Anger is a bow that will shoot sometimes where another feeling will not.

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. If you are angry with a man, or hate him, it is not hard to go to him and stab him with words; but so to love a man that you cannot bear to see the stain of sin upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words--that is friendship. But few have such friends. Our enemies usually teach us what we are, at the point of the sword.

The path of the sinner back to God is brighter and brighter all the way up to the smile of the face and the touch of the hand; and that is salvation.

Every time your enemy fires a curse, you must fire a blessing, and so you are to bombard back and forth with this kind of artillery. The mother grace of all the graces is Christian good-will.

People hurt others all the time, even when they loved them. Especially when they loved them. It was usually because they were in pain themselves.

Mothers seem to have an infinite capacity to withstand hurt from their children. All they see is their pain and I think they feel responsible for it, as if it is their fault that the child in question is feeling so bad and acting so selfishly -- and thus the very least they can do is take it.

All too often women believe it is a sign of commitment, an expression of love, to endure unkindness or cruelty, to forgive and forget. In actuality, when we love rightly we know that the healthy, loving response to cruelty and abuse is putting ourselves out of harm's way.

For me, forgiveness and compassion are always linked: how do we hold people accountable for wrongdoing and yet at the same time remain in touch with their humanity enough to believe in their capacity to be transformed?

You look happy, Naughty. Have you and Nice made up yet?

But now I can see that perfect simply means learning how to forgive and to accept and to do everything you can to love with your whole heart.

Amazingly, she didn't seem to be holding on to anger or frustration about the past fifteen years. Instead, she had chosen to appreciate all they'd found and had to look forward to in the future.

Our parents might have misused love to destroy each other, but as far as I'm concerned, that just means the four of us all know better. Better than to throw away real love when it comes just because of mistakes they made.

Keeping this picture on my desk reminds me that nothing is ever too far gone to be treated right.