Quotes About Forgiveness

I wondered if DSS had anything like Step 9, where you eventually have to apologize to all the kids you've screwed over.

The moral of his story was how you never know the size of hurt that's in people's hearts, or what they're liable to do about it, given the chance.

if you look hard enough you can always see reasons, but you'll go crazy if you think it's all punishment for your sins.

God grants us long enough lives to punish ourselves.

We are the balance of our damage and our transgressions.

Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember. Think of the vine that curls from the small square plot that was once my heart. That is the only marker you need. Move on. Walk forward into the light.

If his guilt made him a tyrant before men, it made him like a child before his God. Not a helpless or pleading child, but a petulant one, the type of tough boy who's known too little love and is quick to blame others for his mistakes.

Forgive me, Dellarobia. It's a selfish habit. I never learn anything from listening to myself.

I am losing faith in such a simple thing as despising an enemy with unequivocal righteousness.

They wanted payback. I thought about what Rose said, wanting to see the rest of us hurt, because she was hurting. You have to wonder how much of the whole world's turning is fueled by that very fire.

Your people will appreciate you all the same. On the other hand, if you poundcake someone or push them too far in the shame or shock direction, you will run into their people at Hardee's or the Dollar General parking lot, in all probability within the day.

The truest truth. For my whole sixteen years I've rarely thought I was worth much more than a distracted grumble from God. But now in my shelter of all things impossible, I drift in a warm bath of forgiveness, and it seems pointless to resist. I have no energy for improving myself. If Anatole can wrap all my rattlebone sins in a blanket and call me goodness itself, why then I'll just believe him.

Béene-béene.' The truest truth. For my whole sixteen years I've rarely thought I was worth much more than a distracted grumble from God. But now in my shelter of all things impossible, I drift in a warm bath of forgiveness, and it seems pointless to resist. If Anatole can wrap all my rattlebone sins in a blanket and call me goodness itself, why then I'll just believe him.

We stalled long enough for Maggot to undisgrace himself

Most families would sooner forgive you for going to prison than for moving out of

You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember. Think of the vine that curls from the small square plot that was once my heart. That is the only marker you need. Move on. Walk forward into the light.

You can't let your heart go bad like that, like sour milk. There's always the chance you'll want to use it later.

Maggot took credit for that deed so I wouldn't get sent home and skinned alive. Mrs. Peggot pretended to take his word for it, even though she heard the whole thing. Probably everybody has had some golden patch of life like that, where everything was going to be okay thanks to the people that had your back, and sadly you wasted it, by being ticked off over some ignorant thing like a busted TV.

Most families would sooner forgive you for going to prison than for moving out of Lee County.

God was good. Her mother had told her that God was Goodness. That He was understanding and forgiving. Emma did not believe in a wrathful God, the God of retribution and revenge that the Methodist minister warned about in his sermons on Sundays. Her mother had said God was Inconceivable Love

When bad things happen or you don't get your own way, if you can open your heart to compassion instead of shunting it down in anger, you're going to create more light.

It is the sorrowful penitent who is acceptable; that is the kind of woman these texts seek. One can't help but think that the men who relish this recollection of Mary the penitent sinner are those who are trying to inform their own world with their own vision of what sexual and gendered relationships ought to be, with women not enticing men with the dangers of sex but falling at their feet in humble submission and penitence.

If you can't love anybody today, at least try not to hurt anybody.

Misery suffered did not justify misery to come.