Quotes About Forgiveness

When we kill people, we feel compelled to pretend that it is for some higher cause. It is this pretence of virtue, I promise you, that will never be forgiven by history.

Vaheguru, forgive me, but a woman must choose the wisdom of lies over the dangers of truth.

Do not wrong or hate your neighbor, for it is not he that you wrong: You wrong yourself.

The last thing that's needed is to judge your own heart, but then that's the first thing you go and do. A heart rushes to judge itself. A heart should have better things to do. A heart doesn't.

Speak with heart, not anger.

Christ knows all that is true about our story, the parts we own and the parts we would delete, and He invites us to bring them all into the spotlight of His grace.

Lord Jesus, Your love is beyond my understanding but I believe it's true. Right now I offer You my shame, the filthy rags of my past. I choose to step out of this storm of condemnation and into Your peace. Thank You for loving me and for making me worthy, In Your great name, amen.

As long as I viewed someone as the enemy, I gave that person some power over my life. But as I forgave a person, I too was free.

He canceled the record of the charges against us and took it away by nailing it to the cross. In this way, he disarmed the spiritual rulers and authorities. He shamed them publicly by his victory over them on the cross. (Colossians 2:14–15)

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,And didn't leave much to Ma and me,Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,But the meanest thing he ever did wasBefore he left, he went and named me Sue.

I keep that photo to remind me to be forgiving and to look into people's souls with an open mind. It isn't the initial judgment that matters, Mike. It's the last one that counts.

We can't keep running from past mistakes...At some point, we need to accept what is, what was done, and move on.

That's the thing about angry words - once you spill them out, they are like a broken jar of honey on the floor, all sticky and mess. And no matter how hard you try to clean it up, you can always feel that sticky part of the tile" -Cordie

Bird looked back at Pastor. *Why did you bite Jeremy?* *Because I felt like it.* *Is it out of your system now? Feel better now?* *Actually, I do* Jeremy piped in; *No big deal. He bit, I kicked; we're even* ... No wonder horses get messed up. By the time people get around it hitting them, the horses have forgotten the whole thing.

I'm not talking about them. We told you before, Smith, we wouldn't play if her"—he pointed at Sissy—"or her"—he pointed at Ronnie—"were playing." Mitch looked at her. "Uh…Sissy?" Sissy rounded on the coach. "I can't believe you are still holding that against us. It's been years!" "He was in traction for three months. A shifter! In traction!" "He was in my way!

No more Karaoke for you! Jessica Apologize or your out! But...but you love me! And we'll learn to live without you, too. unless you apologize.

Conridge leaned across the table and touched Conall's arm. "I wouldn't worry." She motioned toward her husband. "I stabbed him in the leg and set his Mercedes on fire before I agreed to marry him. She just needs time."Conall frowned. "Uh…thank you?

Well, I hope you were nice to him 'cause I was kind of an asshole.

I am not the only one who did not want revenge. Almost all my colleagues in prison did not want revenge, because there is no time to do anything else except to try and save your people.

When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone —'I didn't mean to startle her

She looked at her own past, and, for the first time, she forgave herself: it hadn't been her fault, but the fault of that insecure little boy, who had given up after the first attempt.

To maintain your marriage brimming, with really like in the wedding cup, anytime you are incorrect, admit it each time you're proper, shut up.

The Cross is the central event in time and eternity, and the answer to all the problems of both.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?