Quotes About Forgiveness

This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid...

A friend is a friend who continues to love you and like you when you don't love him or like him any more.

The secret of happiness is love and secret of love is nonjudgmental care.

Before you enbark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.

To hate others is ugly.To hate yourself is uglier.

The person you hurt the most in this world was the person that brought you into it.

Judge not lest ye be judged yourself.

Even the foulest victim of the Darkside can be redeemed - Luke Skywalker

Was it even possible to forgive the dead? Was forgiveness an emotion, or a transaction that required a partner? I had made a promise to someone who would never see it kept. I wanted to respect my grandfather's wish, and it would have been no trouble to evade my mother's question. Keeping secrets was the family business. But it was a business, it seemed to me, that none of us had ever profited from.

My grandparents forgave each other with the pragmatism of lovers in a plummeting airplane. There

On balance, most of the time, in the ordinary course of life, it was probably best to say what was in your heart, to share what was on your mind, to tell the people you loved that you loved them, to ask those you had harmed to forgive you and to confront those who had hurt you with the truth about the damage they had done. When it came to things that needed to be said, speech was always preferable to silence, but it was of no use at all in the presence of the unspeakable.

My grandparents forgave each other with the pragmatism of lovers in a plummeting airplane. There would be ample time for reproach in the event of their survival.

I don't know if I went quite that far in my thinking." "But now?" "Now I don't think about it." "Yeah, I know." "You don't approve. You think I should just keep dredging it all up all the time." "Not all the time. Just, like, every ten years or so.

You hit me with a tuba," he said, looking at me with an air of hurt surprise. "I know," I said. "I'm sorry." A sheet of paper came whistling up and flattened itself against my

You see, the past is what you make of it. You can use it to hurt yourself or others or you can use it to make yourself strong.

don't worry, I'm not going to hold it against you when you end up wrong.

You see, the past is what you make of it. You can use it to hurt yourself or others or you can use it to make yourself strong. I'm strong, Harry. Now, tell me why you came to vist me today.

Guilt," he said. "You have to get by it. Let the ghosts go or they'll take you under and you'll never be the lawyer you are supposed to be. You will never see the big picture.

The question of how you can hope and expect someone to forgive you when deep down you don't forgive yourself.

There was no going back to repair what had happened. You can't patch a wounded soul with a Band-Aid.

Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine, yeah," she said. She wiped tears off her cheeks. "Somebody who totally fucked me over died today," she said. "Then why are you sad?" he asked. "I mean, fuck him. If it was a him." "I don't know. I guess because it means what he did can never be changed. His death makes it permanent." "I think I get that.

There's nothing you can do about the past, Patrick. Except keep it there.

It was a place to drink alone. A place for executive suicides who needed courage, broken cops who couldn't cope with the loneliness they built into their lives, writers who could no longer write and priests who could no longer forgive even their own sins.

What are you sorry about? It's not your fault.