Quotes About Forgiveness

You can be really mad at someone and hurt by him or her and stay stuck there. Or you can tell them and express it out loud and what was true a moment ago becomes no longer true.

When we learn to live in the present we are no longer chained to the past. We say to each other: "I am a being who notices. I have a particular psychological history but it doesn't have to dictate the rest of my life. I can choose how I live, rather than just react from my past the rest of my life." If people don't like that, we saym "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke!

Clip came back into the fold. "We never found out," he chimed in. Clip hesitated a moment—to buy time or gather himself, Myron wasn't sure which. "I didn't mean to lie to you, Myron. I'm sorry. I was just trying to protect Greg.

She would never forget her beautiful little boy. Never. No matter what. Not for a second. That was what she realized. You don't move past something like that—you learn to live with it. No matter how much pain you are in. You don't fight that pain. You don't push it away. You embrace it and let it become a part of you. It's the only way. The only thing more painful than remembering Matthew was the idea she might actually forget him.

Watch out for people who belong in your past. Don't let 'em back in your life." When she Googled the lyrics on her phone, it all came flooding back to her. The song was "Demon Lover" by Michael Smith.

Death teaches you that. You would give anything, forgive anything, for just one more second. . . .

In life, you can forgive yourself for a lot, but for reasons that made very little rational sense, it is very hard to forgive yourself for surviving.

She hurt more than herself.

They stood there, the two of them—the mother of a dead boy holding firm to the boy who had killed him.

They never liked me." "No, I don't suppose they did." "And Esperanza? Does she still refer to me as Queen Bitch?" "She hasn't so much as mentioned your name in seven years." That made her smile. "Like I'm Voldemort. In the Harry Potter books." "Yep, you're She-who-must-not-be-named." Myron

She frowned, again hating herself for the sentimentality, but maybe she should cut herself some slack. She tried to find the very spot where she had been standing that day, checking her bearings by using the house, moving a few feet left, then right, until she was certain, yes, this was the spot where that tender kiss took place. She

For Ibsen, gusto forgives almost everything.

If you want something done, ask nicely. If a subordinate forgets to perform a task, don't take it personally; just remind them nicely. In any organization, everyone has a "to-do" list. While juggling these tasks, some things will inevitably fall through the cracks. When that happens, don't assume that the subordinate is lazy or stupid. Simply re-engage them on the task and, if necessary, emphasize why it's a priority.

Good leaders don't wait for official permission to try out a new idea. In any organization, if you go looking for permission, you will inevitably find the one person who thinks his job is to say "No!" It's easier to get forgiveness than permission.

hatred consumes the heart and leaves little room for love or laughter.

Bitterness against an individual becomes a poison—not one that destroys your enemy but one that gradually destroys you.

Because God loves you, you can love yourself. Because God cares about you, you must care about yourself. Because God has forgiven you, you must forgive yourself. Because God has accepted you, you must learn to accept yourself.

That boy is your company. And if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him, you hear?

Atticus said that Jem was trying hard to forget something, but what he was really doing was storing it away for a while, until enough time passed. Then he would be able to think about it and sort things out. When he was able to think about it, Jem would be himself again.

I must have slept a long time, for when I was punched awake the room was dim with the light of the setting moon. Move over, Scout. He thought he had to. I mumbled. Don't stay mad with him. Dill got in bed beside me. I ain't, he said. I just wanted to sleep with you.

Boo and I walked up the steps to the porch. His fingers found the doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, enter inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again.

Isn't it about time you got over that? Bury your dead, Jean Louise.

I'll never forgive you for what you did to me. You cheated me, you've driven me out of my home and now I'm in a no-man's-land but good—there's no place for me any more in Maycomb, and I'll never be entirely at home anywhere else.

Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mockingbird, wouldn't it?" Atticus put his face in my hair and rubbed it. When he got up and walked across the porch into the shadows, his youthful step had returned. Before he went inside the house, he stopped in front of Boo Radley. "Thank you for my children, Arthur," he said.