Quotes About Forgiveness

See? All guys have lists. It's a guy thing," he protested, not old enough to know that all either of them could do now was grovel, apologize and pray for forgiveness.

Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

My time in the arena made me realize how I needed to stop punishing [my mother] for something she couldn't help, specifically the crushing depression she fell into after my father's death. Because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is 'please'. Pity, not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull.

Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.

Despite serious reservations, I had to forgive Finnick for his role in the conspiracy that landed me here. He, at least has some idea of what I'm going through. And it takes too much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

It made me realize how I needed to stop punishing her for something she couldn't help [...] because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. "I should've drowned you when I had the chance." His ears flatten and he raises a paw. I hiss before he gets a chance, which seems to annoy him a little, since he considers hissing his own personal sound of contempt.

She must have really loved him to leave her home for the Seam. I try to remember that when all I can see is the woman who sat by, blank and unreachable, while her children turned to skin and bones. I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

My father got to know my mother because on his hunts he would sometimes collect medicinal herbs and sell them to her shop to be brewed into remedies. She must have really loved him to leave her home for the Seam. I try to remember that when all I can see is the woman who sat by, blank and unreachable, while her children turned to skin and bones. I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark

My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

If you'd been taken by the Capital and hijacked and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?

And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.

Please, Coriolanus, I would never forget the favor.

To me, there's no point in talking about things that might have been.

Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn't recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It's the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.

But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type

Tell her, that we are so sorry she has to die.

So in the fading light I shut my eyes and kiss Gale to make up for all the kisses I've withheld, and because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

I should have tried to save you," I whisper.

You haven't hurt people — you've given them an opportunity.