Quotes About Forgiveness

One cannot let the events of one's past murder one's future.

All this time, Lev ever realized what he needed. He did not need to be adored or pitied. He needed to be forgiven. Not by God, who is all forgiving. Not by people like Marcus and Pastor Dan, who would always stand by his side. He needed to be forgiven by an unforgiving world.

He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.

Respect doesn't come without a little resentment.

The worst part about doing something inexcusable is that you can never take it back. It's like breaking a glass. It can't unbreak. The best you can do it sweep it up, and hope you don't step on the slivers you left behind.

Because if their own parents didn't care enough about them to keep them, who would want them in Heaven?

One apology is enough," the scythe told the boy. "Especially when it's genuine.

As a kid you idolize your parents. You think they're perfect, because they're the yardstick by which you measure the rest of the world, and yourself. Then as a teenager they just piss you off, because you realize that not only are they not perfect, but they may be even a little more screwed up than you. But there's that moment when you realize they're not superheroes, or villains. They're painfully, unforgivably human. The question is, can you forgive them for being human anyway?

There's a lot written about killers from the mortal age –monsters like Jack the Ripper, or Charlie Manson, or Cyber Sally –and the only difference between them and Goddard is that people let Goddard get away with it. The mortals knew how wrong it was, but somehow we've forgotten.

We tried to be good parents . . . but there's a point at which you give up trying." "No, there's not," Connor tells her. Then he turns to go, leaving them with the worst punishment of all: having to live with themselves.

I don't forgive him-I merely understand him.

Who would have thought that the singular whole of her forgiveness was a more valuable gift than a hundred of her parts?

I'm going out to find her, to make things right, or atleast properly wrong.

She was deemed an unfit mother, in spite of the fact that she goes to the gym every day,' Hal once told me. . . .Beautiful people are often forgiven for many things--and maybe she's gotten through life that way, but I don't forgive her for anything--and I don't even know what awful things she's done other than showing a lack of parental fitness.

Correction must be about lifting one up from one's poor choices and prior deeds. As long as remorse is sincere, and one is willing to make recompense, there is no purpose to suffering.

The worst part about doing something inexcusable is that you can never take it back. It's like breaking a glass. It can't unbreak. The best you can do is sweep it up, and hope you don't step on the slivers you left behind.

He tries to think of other things, other places, but his mind keeps being drawn back to this place. Everyone's so close around him now. Yellow figures lean all around him like flower petals closing in. He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.

Guilt is the idiot cousin of remorse," Scythe Faraday had been fond of saying.

No, don't forget it, but you have to process it and move on. Live your life. Otherwise he took your future away from you too.

But we People of Chance do believe in people of second chance.

Everyone is guilty of something, and everyone still harbors a memory of childhood innocence, no matter how many layers of life wrap around it.

O)ne cannot let the event's of one's past murder one's future.

one cannot let the events of one's past murder one's future.

He will pretend like it never happened," Scythe Curie told her as the two of them drove home from the airport. "That's the closest the man will ever come to an apology." "But it did happen," Citra said. "I had to hurl myself from a building to escape from it." "And I had to blow up two perfectly good cars," Scythe Curie said wryly.