Quotes About Forgiveness

Like the locked room upstairs? Listen. I've read Jane Eyre. That better be a red room of pain up there, and not your ex-wife.

Well, you always remember people who hurt your feelings.

In most marriages, lust and love become tempered by normalcy. If you hear your husband farting in the bathroom seconds before he emerges and asks if you want to fool around, you generally don't want to fool around. You might, after a few minutes, but you have to forgive your husband for… well, for being human. For eating a bean burrito. After all, you ate the bean burrito, too.

Maybe love isn't just a bouquest of roses once in a while. Maybe it's just sticking it out, when it's hard, when you're mad, when you're tired.

I had thought, once, that I couldn't ever be a mother because I'd passed at the chance to raise my own son. But this summer had shown me--Matthew and Monica had shown me--that being a mother wasn't one thing. It was an indefinable, eternal state of love and acceptance, sacrifice and forgiveness. And hope. Because being a mother was nothing if not hope.

Maybe we never get over what happened when we were little.

Maybe love isn't just a bouquet of roses once in a while. Maybe it's just sticking it out when it's hard, when you're mad, when you're tired.

Everyone makes mistakes. Its what you do after the mistake that matters

Parenthood was ninety percent forgiveness, ten percent lies and a hundred percent love

Hate no one, for hate is a starving beast who has just found its prey.

I want to change. I know I could if you give me another chance." I couldn't even laugh. He had gone for pitiful and passed right through it to pathetic. "If you want to change, you'll do it on your own.

No one who truly understands grace will tell a person their sin is beyond it.

What was the point of praying every day and believing in forgiveness if you weren't willing to accept this?

When I did finally speak, I surprised myself by saying exactly what was on my mind. "You must hate me." She stared a long time at me. I did," she said slowly, "But it's mostly myself I hate." Don't," I said. And why the hell shouldn't I hate myself? Everybody else hates me.

Ah crap!" I instantly shooed away darkness and whatnot, so that I was solid, visible me again. "Sorry, Stevie Rae. I forgot I'd gone all Bram Stoker.

I think it's important to remember that Christianity was based in love and tolerance and forgiveness and acceptance.

He taught her something new about friendship: it picked right back up where you'd left off, as if you hadn't been apart at all.

I say folks who hang on to the past miss their chance for a future.

I know about forgiving people and loving them anyway, even after they hurt you.

Before this trip and all that she'd learned about the three of them, she would have gotten angry or changed the subject. Anything to obscure the pain she felt. Now she knew better. You carried your pain with you in life. There was no outrunning it.

She had been ready to love this man from the moment she first saw him. In all these years, that had never changed. They'd hurt each other, let each other down, and yet, here they were after everything, together. She needed him now, needed him to remind her that she was live, that she wasn't alone, that she hadn't lost everything.

It had been years since she question his fidelity, but he'd stepped on to the old fame track again, and that was where the road had taken them before. Infidelity could be forgiven, but forgetting it was impossible. Strangely, that wasn't what bothered her the most. What bothered her was that she didn't really care.

I don't know why it's so easy for me to forget how much I love her. We start fighting, and…" "Sisters.

The point behind mysticism is not to dazzle the mind with ecstatic wonders or heady feelings, but to foster real and lasting changes, for the purpose of becoming more like Christ, which is to say, more compassionate, more forgiving, more committed to serving others and making the world a better place.