Quotes About Forgiveness

You always end up saying and doing such horrible things to your family, 'cause you know they're never going anywhere, and at some point, they're going to forgive you.

We should never remain hostages of our past.

I mean, I learned a lot from Houston. And you know what? It made me who I am and there's really no animosity there. In a sense, they did me a favor by allowing me to leave and going to play on another team.

We're family, like it or not. I can't tell you how many times we were going to break up for this or that, and then something would just bring us back together.

Forgiveness isn't just a blessing you deliver to another human being. Forgiveness is also a gift you give yourself.

Even the most despicable person is still a human being.

I needed to let go of the idea of a God who was mad at me for feeling how I was feeling. Now, I bask in an understanding of the divine that delights in truth and the complexities of the human experience - even when it's not very 'clean.'

I'm actually a humanist, believe it or not, and I believe even when people are corrupted, even when they've gone to the dark side, they are still human beings.

I want to see these bad, bad, bad, bad men come to grips with their humanity.

People need to understand: Businesses are going to make mistakes. They shouldn't be shot and hung every time.

Hatred never ends through hatred. By non-hate alone does it end. This is an ancient truth.

Whoever endures abuse, assault, and imprisonment Without animosity, And who has forbearance as one's strength, As one's mighty army, I call a brahmin.

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.

You think you know the answer, you're going to find peace? Like knowing is somehow going to fix you? You think after what happened there's any peace for you, sweetheart? How about this. Instead of asking yourself what happened, just accept that it happened.

I felt hollowed out. My mom's death was not useful. I felt a shot of rage at her, and then imagined those last bloody moments in the house, when she realized it had gone wrong, when Debby lay dying, and it was all over, her unsterling life. My anger gave way to a strange tenderness, what a mother might feel for her child, and I thought, At least she tried. She tried, on that final day, as hard as anyone could have tried. And I would try to find peace in that.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

Worse, I convinced myself our tragedy was entirely her making. I spent years working myself into the very thing I swore she was: a righteous ball of hate.

You're a man who cheats on his wife, you can't ever undo that.

Everyone has a moment where life goes off the rails. Mine was the day Marian died. The day I picked up that knife is a tight second.

I know a little bit about trying to do the right thing and fucking up completely. I added. You talking about mom? Ben said I was talking about me. You could have been talking about all of us. Ben pressed his hand against the glass and my brother and I matched palms.

You should have been nicer to her, Nick. You should have eaten the fucking pie.

By the time my sister finally died, I was grateful in a way. It seemed to me that she'd been expelled into this world not quite formed. She was not ready for its weight. People whispered comfort about Marian being called back to heaven, but my mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.

I know. It's just that I'm wondering why you've decided to be nice to me now.' 'Sometimes I can't. But right now, I can. When everyone's asleep and everything's quiet, it's easier.

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