Quotes About Forgiveness

Nick grew up with a father who never, ever apologized, so when Nick feels he has screwed up, he goes on offense.

All those things spineless women say, confusing their weakness with morality. I wont divorce him because that's exactly what he'd like. And I won't forgive him because that's I don't feel like turning the other cheek. Can I make it many more clear? I won't find that a satisfactory ending. The bad guy wins? Fuck him.

Yo haría todo el trabajo para convertirlos en buenas personas y luego tú lo desharías, y encima ellos te querrían y a mí me odiarían.

It wasn't that I truly felt bad that I'd upset my mother—it was more that I hated any debits in her column.

No one ever forgives me for anything," she whimpered, her chin shaking. I wanted to tell her I did, but I didn't. Instead I poured her another drink.

Nick's the kind of guy you can drink a beer with, the kind of guy who doesn't mind if you puke in his car. Nick!

I remember, he brushed his face with his hand and then he said, 'We are living through terrible times, my child. Before God and my conscience, if I had been in Paul's place, I would have done the same. I absolve him from all guilt.

he was a priest Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I had carried this awful thing around with me for a year, I had thought and thought and cried and worried myself sick over what would happen to my Paul, if not on earth, then after his death Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and then he, a priest, had taken it so Ã¢â'¬Â¦ not calmly, but, well, matter-of-factly.

Mistakes that cost lives aren't easy to understand or forgive, but they happen. Despite what they want us mortals to believe, doctors are human. And where there are human beings, there's human error. It's inevitable. When doctors make mistakes, people hurt.

We can't change the past. All we can do is work hard to make things right in the future.

We all do jerky things," she assures me. "It's what you do next that matters.

Link, there hasn't been time for me to give you much of a formal Jewish education. But you might remember from Sunday school some of the stories of the Old Testament. God forgives us—and by doing that, God shows us how to forgive each other. Even more important, those of us who've been forgiven spend the rest of our lives trying to be worthy of that forgiveness.

Actually, Chase is recalling more and more these days. He's still got a long way to go before his amnesia is totally cured. But every now and then, I'll see him in the school halls, gray in the face and haunted, and I know he's just remembered some horrible thing he did in his former life. Poor guy.

I can't change the past.

Another of my crimes against humanity, like bullying her brother, and not dying when I fell off the roof.

I'm afraid that I've always been jealous of those I care about, and since they are so very few, one's apt to become ridiculously jealous. Sooner or later, I always blame myself. I always try to forgive. And I think I do. Only Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â The mouth was suddenly compressed to a straight line. "I never forget.

For two nights running he had slept in his clothes on the floor of my bedroom at the Golden Eagle; nor had I tried to move him. I knew from experience that when Luther Martin decided to sleep on the floor (or in a cupboard—he was unnaturally partial to cupboards), it was pointless to protest.

The secret to peace is forgiveness.

God is loving you into better relationships. He is loving you into being a more loving person. The more we grow in love, the less offended we become. The less offended we become, the more easily and quickly we get healed when people do wound us.

If you are easily offended it proves one thing: You don't have a relationship with the Comforter, because He can kiss you and it will disappear. You can give that to the Lord. You have no right to be wounded; you have a right to be healed. You don't have a right to be offended; you have a right to be compassionate and forgiving. Exercise that right!

When you visualized a man or a woman carefully, you could always begin to feel pity . . . that was a quality God's image carried with it . . . when you saw the lines at the corners of the eyes, the shape of the mouth, how the hair grew, it was impossible to hate. Hate was just a failure of imagination.

And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

We'd forgive most things if we knew the facts.

When I began to write our story down, I thought I was writing a record of hate, but somehow the hate has got mislaid and all I know is that in spite of her mistakes and her unreliability, she was better than most. It's just as well that one of us should believe in her: she never did in herself.