Quotes About Forgiveness

You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident, Butch said. Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. You broke my window. Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it. Twice. Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen. — J.R. Ward (Lover Unbound

Wrath clapped his brother on the shoulder. On the whole, though, the SOB was a total keeper. "Forgiven, forgotten." "Feel free to hammer me anytime." "Believe me, I do.

Nothing that passes between us will ever be wrong. Come back to me.

I'm so sorry. I love you. Please forgive me. Can't live without you.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead? Vishous to Butch

I can't go back, Lane. I'm sorry. I just can't." He fell silent. And then after a long while, he nodded. "All right, but can I ask you for one thing?" No. "Yes." "Just don't hate me anymore. I'm doing plenty of that on my own time.

I've said I was sorry," Qhuinn intoned. "But I don't think I've ever said thank you. So, yeah… thank you.

We don't get to pick who we fall for…you were not wrong in loving him, true? That part, no one can blame you for…and you've suffered enough. He

Here's what I know to be true. We can bury the past all we like. We can use a hundred thousand distractions, some of which are healthy, some of which are not, to keep it under the ground—but when something isn't processed, it will absolutely, positively come back and bite us on the ass.

In that moment, Xcor thought of each of his fighters. Zypher, the sexual conqueror. Balthazar, the thief. Syphon, the assassin. And the other one who had no name, and too many sins to count. So he was referred to as Syn.

Remember, forgiving doesn't mean forgetting, hiding isn't a long-term strategy, and distraction isn't your friend.

Not brother. And never again.

Easy, son," Wrath said. "Jesus Christ—" "Actually it's Lassiter," the man said, "in case you forgot.

Voy a pasar eso por alto, Z. Pero sólo porque sé cuánto te gusta que te golpeen, y no estoy de humor para hacerte feliz.

He put his arms around her waist and lay his head on her heart. Wrapping her arms about him, she stroked his back… "It's going to be okay," she whispered. Guess that made them even on the lying front.

I'm so sorry about Payne, I wanted to talk to you, but she'd made up her mind. I tried to work with her, I really did, but in the end, I just . . . I didn't . . . I didn't want you to be the one to do it. I would have rather lived with the horrible truth on my conscience for an eternity than have you kill your sister. Or have her hurt herself even more than she was." - Jane

Rehv stared up into his mother's eyes and never loved her more. He nodded once. "Look upon mine face and be assured, I so swear it. Bella and her issue shall never know. The past shall die with thee and me." His mother's shoulders eased under her dressing gown, and her shuddering sigh spoke loudly of her relief. "You are the son other mothers may only wish for." "How can that possibly be true," he said softly. "How can it not.

hurt—ever. But especially not like that." God, he

And then he said, "Forgive me … my love." He pulled back and smoothed her cheek while gently kissing her lips. "I fear I am rather … territorial when it comes to you." She laughed. "You be as territorial as you want. Coming from you, I like it.

The Brotherhood and the Band of Bastards had to go try and make peace. And he had to go look his brother in the face. —

people didn't have to be dead to be out of your life.

Oh, that's right. You got your happily ever after, so you're too good for us sluts.

We can't run from our pasts. We shouldn't even try.

I didn't think I would ever walk in those shoes." V got serious quick. "I'm sorry I was the one who put you in them." "I'm not going to say it's okay." She took a deep breath. "Because it's not." "I know. And I agree.