Quotes About Forgiveness

Con la Guadaña es mejor pedir perdón que pedir permiso.

He confessed over and over again to anyone willing to listen, until finally a police officer kindly offered to arrest him.

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

Suffering erased was the same as no suffering at all.

But then who is he to decide if Dirk truly was soulless? Better to err on the side of grace.

You'll be fine, Citra. You'll be back with Scythe Curie in no time—but you won't forget what happened today. And I hope you never forgive me.

All this time, Lev never 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. By someone who once despised him. Someone like Miracolina.

Marie, if we were judged by the things we most regret, no human being would be worthy to sweep the floor.

Yes, the Admiral is redeeming himself, and setting things right, bit by bit by bit.

Correction must be about lifting one up from one's poor choices and prior deeds.

You'll find your own path. It may not bring you redemption, it might not even bring you peace, but it will keep you from despising yourself.

Nos péchés sont têtus, nos repentirs sont lâches.

Nos peches sont tetus, nos repentirs sont laches; Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux (33-34)

Nos peches sont tetus, nos repentirs sont laches; Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux, Et nous rentrons gaiement dans le chemin bourbeux, Croyant par de vils pleurs laver toutes nos taches. (33)

I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

the worst thing, he told me, is bitterness, people end up so bitter.

mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

it's good to have things done with when they don't work it's also good not to hate or even forget the person you've failed with.

our sins are manufactured in heaven to create our own hell.

That was love, that was bravery. Shit, who could really stand me? anyone who could stand me had a lot of forgiveness of soul.

You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you feel bad.

mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?