Quotes About Forgiveness

You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.

Real change, though, is forgiving enough to take a little failure, strong enough to take despair in small doses.

My mother had asked me once after I was grown what my dad could have done differently, instead of bullying his way through my rebellion. "I wish he'd just told me how much he loved me," I answered her. "I wish he could have just said, 'You are precious to me; I won't let you put yourself in danger.

I figured out that I can't forget. I can't really forgive. But I can live. Live with it. Like you live with a scar or a limp or whatever. You always know it's there. It reminds you never to let yourself do anything so stupid and horrible and wrong again. I step out of my rut, step again, and keep stepping. (277)

I refuse to forgive anyone because that implies that I'm superior-that I have a right to make a judgement.

A thief, stealing his friendship.

I can't forget. I can't really forgive. But I can live. Live with it.

This week I've learned that when you really love someone, you come to accept everything about them, all the moments in their history that have made them into just what they are. And I can accept everything in your past, because it has made you you .

But the son whips out a Bayer aspirin, the father rises to his feet, embraces the son, and Technicolor is restored to their lives.

We have a saying, my people. Don't kill if you can wound, don't wound if you can subdue, don't subdue if you can pacify, and don't raise your hand at all until you've first extended it".

Revenge never heals what's broken.

He was cocky. It would have been easy not to like him. But he was also kind, and that excused much. Kind, and...a little bit sad, somehow. I didn't understand that about him back then. But we were just kids.

Sometimes you can't let go of the past without facing it again.

In the end, it doesn't matter what words are said or unsaid. . . .Life's mistakes are made whether you can see them or not. What counts is how we learn to live with them.

And let her not look to find my love, as before; my love, which by her fault has dropped like a flower on the meadow's edge, when it has been touched by the plow passing by.

For what terrible sins of the past must we bear the torments of the present and the dark shadow of the future?

I suggest that if what you want from someone else is recognition, love, or respect, you will suffer. On the other hand, if what you want to give to someone else is recognition, love, or respect, you will be happy, in bliss, and free.

Aquéste es de los hombres el oficio: tentar el mal, y si es malo el suceso, pedir con humildad perdón del vicio.

Everyone believes in sin, the people who charge their peers with political incorrectness and the people who regard political correctness as the bogey of a little mind. What everyone does not believe in, as nearly as I can tell, is forgiveness.

If you can sustain the insight that people are doing the best they can--if you can maintain some faith that this is an insight--you're solid. If not, maybe you should pack it in.

Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough. Thank you for the rain. And for the chance to wake up in three hours and go fishing: I thank you for that now, because I won't feel so thankful then.

If the marriage needs help, the answer almost always is have more fun. Drop your list of grievances and go ride a roller coaster.

Thank you, God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough.

Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough.