Quotes About Forgiveness

Maybe the play wasn't about miracles. No, maybe it was about the passage of time, and the need for patience, and the ability to forgive. Maybe Shakespeare was saying that even in a world where miracles can happen, there's still going to be pain, and loss, and regret. Because sometimes people die and you can't bring them back. That's what life is Joseph realized, miracles and sadness, side by side.

But rather, his "delay" simply reveals his loving patience toward you, because he does not want any to perish but all to come to repentance.k

Listen to Jesus when he says: 'Just let me love you. Don't try to re-negotiate your relationship with Me every time you fail. Come before Me just as you are. Call yourself My favorite, the one I love! I have made none other like I have made you. I love you endlessly, passionately– in your best moments and in your not-so-best moments. You really are my personality type. I have made you to be My friend.

2How blessed and relieved are those who have confessed their corruptionc to God!

Euodia comes from a word that means "a fair journey." Syntyche comes from a word that can mean "an accident." Along our fair journey we may collide with another, but God always has grace for restoration.

8But Christ proved God's passionate love for us by dying in our place while we were still lost and ungodly!

Love is not easily irritatedh or quick to take offense.i 6Love joyfully celebrates honestyj and finds no delight in what is wrong.k 7Love is a safe place of shelter,l for it never stops believing the best for others.m Love never takes failure as defeat, for it never gives up.

14For in the Son all our sins are canceled and we have the release of redemption through his very blood.

a positive imputation of Christ's obedience must be imputed to the believer beyond the forgiveness of sins in order for him to be justified. Justification, therefore, is viewed as a twofold act: forgiveness and the imputation of positive righteousness.

Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny.

All I know is it destroyed my family, it destroyed my marriage to Sylvester and I will never get over it.

I had some tough times...i did some bad shit...but i'm still the same girl i used to be

But maybe this is what happens when you hate someone for so long: the person you hate dies, but the hate stays with you, to keep you company.

When he did that, I didn't hate him anymore, I really didn't, and maybe this is why people do so many hateful things to the people that who love them: because it's so easy to stop hating someone if you've already started loving them.

I also empathized, because she'd tried to do these things out of love, and because she had bumbled the attempt, and I suppose this - the ability to empathize with the people we hate - is exactly the quality that makes us human beings, which makes you wonder why anyone would want to be one.

This helping-people business was an attractive idea, I'll admit, because up to now I'd not done much more than be, and when I wasn't just being, I'd caused some pain, too.

Detail exists not only to make us remember the things we don't want to, but to remind us that there are some things we don't deserve to forget.

Why didn't my mother ever tell me about you?" I asked my aunt. "Because I was a bad guy," my aunt said, looking directly at me. Her expression wasn't at all far away anymore. Her mouth was closed, but I could picture her missing tooth. My aunt was right: now that she'd said she was a bad guy, I wanted to know more. I wanted to know exactly how and why. "All right," I said instead, and we changed the subject.

Remembering is easy. It's forgetting that's hard.

And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused.

was He … that turned His back on me. I will always have room … for God … in my heart." The minister began to pray.

If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal -- cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge -- so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses -- loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself.