Quotes About Forgiveness

Is it really possible that you can love me enough to forgive me?

Ah, don't lie to me, he said. Believe me, I want to understand, I want to forgive. When I see you and when I hold you, I cannot believe that you are capable of the villainy that I have accepted all these years. I want you, Elizabeth.

She must never allow herself to feel either regret or remorse.

Yes, she'd sure as hell made a lot of mistakes, but the last she checked no one could cast the first stone.

Cleansing our emotional poison is a simple process. All it takes is the thought of love and our breath. We hold the wound in our mind briefly. Then we breathe deliberately while thinking of the word love. We can apply this cleansing routine to old wounds and new ones. When we clean a wound, it heals itself. We cannot clean a wound by sharing the poison with someone else. Such an action increases the poison.

Whatever we recall, if we respond to it with love, we can transform even those memories we think of as injustices. With love we go into forgiveness. We forgive what happened and we forgive ourselves. The result is that our agreement changes and we recover a little more of the totality of ourselves.

The decent, strong person had to do decent, strong things like love unlovable people and keep peace even when it wasn't easy.

I]t is easier to ask forgiveness than to obtain permission.

His greatest satisfaction as a priest was to grant absolution, to help people forgive themselves for not being perfect, make amends, and get on with life.

It no longer came as a surprise to John Candotti that people found him easy to confess to. He was tolerant of human failings and it was rarely difficult for him to say, Well, you screwed up. Everybody screws up. It's okay. His greatest satisfaction as a priest was to grant absolution, to help people forgive themselves for not being perfect, make amends, and get on with life.

Who am I to judge a life misspent?

We meant well, she thought, looking up at a sky piled with cumulus clouds turning amethyst and indigo above the clearing. No one was deliberately evil. We all did the best we could. Even so, what a mess we made of everything Ã¢â'¬Â¦

There was a real sweetness to that man: a special sort of gentleness that you see sometimes in people who've been hurt bad but don't want revenge. [Bessie about James]

Our children begin by loving us; as they grow up they judge us; sometimes they forgive us.

better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

We denken alleen nog aan onze kennismaking.' 'Toen jij zo woest op me was en ik niet begreep waarom.' Hij keek haar lachend aan. 'Ik zal vast nog wel eens woest op je zijn, hertog Luciano,' zei Arianna.

If we didn't read people who were bastards, we'd never read anything. Even the best of us are at least part-time bastards.

For the more haunted among us, only looking back at the past can permit it finally to become past.

But because of you, I couldn't die and couldn't monster myself, either. So you were the agent of my rescue—not a good job for somebody barely three feet tall. Blameless

I only breathe with one lung since you've gone , you say. And I love you with one hemisphere of my brain, the dumb one, the one that forgets.

Understanding is often a prelude to forgiveness, but they are not the same, and we often forgive what we cannot understand (seeing nothing else to do) and understand what we cannot pardon.

When you have committed an action that you cannot bear to think about, that causes you to writhe in retrospect, do not seek to evade the memory: make yourself relive it, confront it repeatedly over and over, till finally, you will discover, through sheer repetition it loses its power to pain you. It works, I guarantee you, this sure-fire guilt-eradicator, like a homeopathic medicine — like in small doses applied to like. It works, but I am not sure that it is a good thing.

Therefore, dark past, I'm about to do it. I'm about to forgive you for everything.

I am sorry for every mistake I have made in my life. I'm sorry I wasn't wiser sooner. I'm sorry I ever spoke of myself as lonely.