Quotes About Forgiveness

I've come to believe the baggage I'll tote to my death will determine its quality. I've learned the importance of doing simple things---telling my family and friends I love them; expressing gratitude for even the smallest kindnesses shown to me; being accepting of the unskillful words and actions of others; and asking for forgiveness when I screw up.

Although we can't fully retract our words once they're out there, we can apologize.

Quien olvida fácilmente, pasa mejor el examen de su vida.

My dad taught me true words you have to use in every relationship. Yes, baby.

Berating ourselves for our flaws and our weakness only serves to undermine our strength to become. Repenting from our sin is essential. Beating ourselves up for sinning is no longer an option.

God does not live in a perpetual state of disappointment over who we are.

It's the start of something loud and soft, classic jazz and wordless love song, free and entangled: forgiving yourself for being human, for the things you want to grab hold of, own and giving yourself permission when you need to let go.

He had been somewhat of a hardhead when Natalie and

She said she was sorry, which was kind but unnecessary, I said I was sorry too. We were both sorry and understanding

Even if I had gone further than in all honesty I should have done, my lies, those lies born of pity, had made her happy; and to make a person happy could never be a crime.

No te culpo, te quiero tal como eres, ardiente y distraído, olvidadizo, entregado e infiel, te quiero así, sólo así, como siempre has sido y como aún eres.

her first glance at me would be bound to hold the question: have you forgiven me? And perhaps that still more critical question: will you bear with my love, and can you return it? That first moment when she would gaze up with a blush, a look of controlled and yet uncontrollable impatience, might be at once the most hazardous and decisive.

In 1938, after Austria, our universe had become accustomed to inhumanity, to lawlessness, and brutality as never in centuries before. In a former day the occurrences in unhappy Vienna alone would have been sufficient to cause international proscription, but in 1938 the world conscience was silent or merely muttered surlily before it forgot and forgave.

Pues quien comete el mal es más desdichado en su alma que aquel que lo soporta. Lo compadezco, pero no lo odio.

it is always a relief to the conscience if one can apportion some measure of guilt to the person one has betrayed.

Zaman?n çoktan sildiÄŸi bir hata için cezaland?r?labilir miydi insan?

Bir insan? haftalarca, hatta aylarca ve durmamacas?na korkmaya zorlayan ve güvensizlikle onun maneviyat?n? bozan, arzular?n? uyuÅŸturan biri, ba???lanamaz. Ä°nsanlar, insanlar?n bir k?sm?, ya da içlerinden bir grup, tek bir kiÅŸinin bask?c?l???na uzun süre katlanamaz, ondan uzun süre nefret etmeden. Bu kin, dizginlenmiÅŸlerin kini, bütün çevrelerde alttan alta kaynar.

Die einzige Möglichkeit, den Hass zu bekämpfen, muss aus uns selbst kommen.

Mais ta beauté est si singulière, c'est une bonté ouverte où chacun peut se servir autant que ses mains le lui permettent, elle est si grande, infiniment grande ta bonté, mais pardonne-moi- elle est indolente.

No hay nada que a los hombres les cueste más perdonar que el desengaño en medio de un sincero entusiasmo y el verse alevosamente defraudados por un hombre del que lo han esperado todo.

Only those with whom life had dealt hardly, the wretched, the slighted, the uncertain, the unlovely, the humiliated, could really be helped by love.

No envy is more mean than that of small-minded beings when they see a neighbour lifted, as though borne aloft by angels, out of the dull drudgery of their common existence; petty spirits are more ready to forgive a prince the most fabulous wealth rather than a fellow-sufferer beneath the same yoke the smallest degree of freedom.

I've come to realize that love has nothing to do with "never having to say you're sorry." Love is an action that does what's best for the other person.

Perchance, one day you wake in a tub of cold blood come warm. Then, will you let this whole forest of hurt love you?