Quotes About Forgiveness

You can't get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened

How do you let go of anger? How do you release a fury you've been standing on for so long, you would stumble were it yanked away?

I was so ashamed. It made me hard on you, when I was trying to be hard on me. We are blinded by our regrets, Annie. We don't realize who else we punish while we're punishing ourselves.

How do you let go of anger? How do you release a fury you've been standing on for so long, you would stumble if it were yanked away? As Sully sat in his old room, holding the letter, he felt himself lifting off from his bitterness, the way one lifts off in a dream. Elliot Gray, an enemy for so long, was now seen differently, a man forgivable for his mistake.

It's not just other people we need to forgive. We also need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn't do. All the things we should have done. You can't get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened. I always wished I had done more with my work; I wished I had written more books. I used to beat myself up over it. Now I see that never did any good. Make peace. You need to make peace with yourself and everyone around you.

He wrote bite-sized philosophies about living with death's shadow: Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do; Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it; Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others; Don't assume that it's too late to get involved.

Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside.

After the Israelites safely crossed the Red Sea, the Egyptians chased after them and were drowned. God's angels wanted to celebrate the enemy's demise. God saw this and grew angry. He said, in essence, 'Stop celebrating. For those were my children,too." What do you think of that? the teacher asks us. Someone else answers. But I know what I think. I think it is the first time I've heard that God might love the enemy as well as us.

Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do"; "Accept the past as past without denying it or discarding it"; "Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others"; "Don't assume that it's too late to get involved." "Dying, is only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else. So many of the people who come to visit me are unhappy.

We adults can be a wretched lot Chika, yet in every child's face we see the Lord has not given up on us.

His father, who for years had refused to speak to Eddie, now lacked the strength to even try. He watched his son with heavy-lidded eyes. Eddie, after struggling to find even one sentence to say, did the only thing he could think of to do: He held up his hands and showed his father his grease-stained fingertips.

Morrie had become a lightning rod of ideas. He jotted down his thoughts on yellow pads, envelopes, folders, scrap paper. He wrote bite-sized philosophies about living with death's shadow: "Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do"; "Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it"; "Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others"; "Don't assume that it's too late to get involved.

We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.

Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Don't wait, Mitch. Not everyone gets the time I'm getting. Not everyone is as lucky." I

Eddie told her he had made things square and her eyebrows lifted and her lips spread and Eddie felt and old, warm feeling he had missed for years, the simple act of making his wife happy

Why didn't I feel this before?" she whispered. "Because we embrace our scars more than our healing," Lorraine said. "We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone?

I needed help. Why didn't you help me? . . . God . . . forgives me. Why didn't you?

I dropped my eyes, kneading the dying flesh of his feet between my fingers. For a moment, I felt afraid, as if accepting his words would somehow betray my own father. But when I looked up, I saw Morrie smiling through tears and I knew there was no betrayal in a moment like this. All

Eddie admitted that some of his life he'd spent hiding from God, and the rest of the time he thought he went unnoticed.

Forgive yourself ... Then use this grace to spread my spirit

All lonely roads lead back to music. I embrace you. I forgive you. I will never leave you.

I mourn my dwindling time, but i cherish the chance it gives me to make things right.

That's how salvation works. The wrongs we do open doors to do right.

Guardar a raiva é envenenar-se. Ela nos consome por dentro. A gente costuma pensar que o ódio é uma arma contra a pessoa que nos fez mal. Mas a lâmina do ódio é curva. E o mal que fazemos com ele, nós fazemos a nós mesmos.