Quotes About Forgiveness

Ach, jak siÄ™ cieszÄ™! Nigdy w ?yciu tak siÄ™ nie cieszyÅ'am! Ale proszÄ™ mi wybaczy?, Azazello, ?e jestem naga. Azazello prosiÅ', ?eby siÄ™ tym nie przejmowaÅ'a, zapewniaÅ', ?e widziaÅ' nie tylko nagie kobiety, ale nawet kobiety kompletnie obdarte ze skóry(...).

The cat was untied and returned to its owner, having tasted grief, it's true, and having learned by experience the meaning of error and slander.

Pagherà qualcuno per il sangue? No. Nessuno. Semplicemente la neve si scioglierà, spunterà la verde erba ucraina, coprirà la terra... germineranno le biade rigogliose... tremolerà l'aria torrida sui campi e del sangue non resterà traccia. Costa poco il sangue sui campi vermigli, e nessuno lo riscatterà. Nessuno.

understanding and admitting to himself that nothing in his life could be repaired any more, that all he could do was to forget.

A quarter of an hour later, Ruikhin sat in complete solitude, hunched over his bream, drinking glass after glass, understanding and recognizing that it was no longer possible to set anything right in his life, that it was only possible to forget.

The snow would just melt, the green Ukrainian grass would grow again and weave its carpet over the earth . . . The gorgeous sunrises would come again . . . The air would shimmer with heat above the fields and no more traces of blood would remain. Blood is cheap on those red fields and no one would redeem it.

Umutsuzluk ise ba???lanmaz bir günahkârl?kt?r.

No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend

Do you know, Princess, said I with a shade of annoyance, that one should never spurn a repentant sinner, for out of sheer desperation he may become twice as sinful . . .

no good ever comes of a man who forgets an old friend

Tell me, does it amuse you very much to torture me? I ought to hate you. since I've known you, you've brought me nothing but suffering me.. Her voice trembled, she leaned towards head upon my breast. Perhaps that's why you loved me, I thought. Moments of happiness one forgets, but sorrow never.

El ser humano casi siempre perdona lo que comprende.

Because to live in a world in which no one is forgiven, where all are irredeemable, is the same as living in hell.

But what had happened, had happened, and it was no longer possible to right anything.

Forgive me, he went on. For a long time I have had the peculiar habit of not arriving but appearing.

This reconciliation with Hitler reveals the profound moral perversity of a world that rests essentially on the nonexistence of return, for in this world everything is pardoned in advance and therefore everything cynically permitted.

Most people willingly deceive themselves with a doubly false faith; they believe in eternal memory (of men, things, deeds, peoples) and in rectification (of deeds, errors, sins, injustice). Both are sham. The truth lies at the opposite end of the scale: everything will be forgotten and nothing will be rectified. All rectification (both vengeance and forgiveness) will be taken over by oblivion.

The life we have left behind us has a bad habit of stepping out of the shadows, of bringing complaints against us, of taking us to court.

And Jakub realized that this child had done no harm, that he was not guilty of anything, and yet had been born with bad eyes and would have them forever. And he reflected further that what he had held against others was something given, something they came into the world with and carried with them like a heavy wire fence. He reflected that he had no privileged right to high-mindedness and that the highest degree of high-mindedness is to love people even though they are murderers.

He knew very well that his memory detested him, that it did nothing but slander him; therefore he tried not to believe it and to be more lenient toward his own life. But that didn't help: he took no pleasure in looking back, and he did it as seldom as possible.

She refused at first, saying it would make a mockery of their love. She loved him too much to admit that what she thought of as unforgettable could ever be forgotten. Finally, of course, she did as he asked, but without enthusiasm. The notebooks showed it: they had many empty pages, and the entries were fragmentary.

The life we've left behind us has a bad habit of stepping out of the shadows, of bringing complaints to us, of taking us to court.

punishing people who don't know what they've done is barbaric forgive them for know not what they do

Porque vivir en un mundo donde no se le perdona nada a nadie, donde nadie puede redimirse, es lo mismo que vivir en el infierno.