Quotes About Forgiveness

How easy it was to slip back into the comfort of one's own life, even into one's own worries and fears, and to unintentionally forget. Tears rose to her eyes. Her throat tightened. Oh, Lord. forgive me....Help me to be more grateful.

Because when the Judgment Day came and everyone's sins were laid bare, she knew that no nails would be left clutched in anyone's hands or stuffed in anyone's pockets. Including her own. That everyone would have driven their very last nail into the hands and feet of Jesus. So yes, even as she struggled to move forward and seek understanding of all that had happened, she would leave Hood and this entire horrible war at the cross of Christ.

The wounds of fire would have gone with the time but not the wounds caused by words

Old pain is an anchor.

If she had hurt me, I could have forgiven her without even having to think about it; but I couldn't forgive her for being hurt.

I'm not the type to look back over my shoulder, or at least I try hard not to be. Gone is gone; pretending anything else is a waste of time.

People hurt each other. That's how it works. At least you were trying to do something good. Not everyone can say that much.

There's no password more powerful than your past.

Daniel glanced up from his book. "No pasts," he said. The fall of it, the finality, told me it was something he had said before.

you take someone down a peg, always give him a way to climb back up.

People you knew when you were teenagers, the ones who saw your stupidest haircut and the most embarrassing things you've done in your life, and they still cared about you after all that: they're not replaceable, you know?

She peered up at the red spatter on the ceiling—as though she needed reminders—and lifted a hand to her forehead, pressing a finger against the scar. "You can't even please yourself; how can you please a lover, Zoe?" Chris was right about that. But absolving him wasn't an

It wasn't good for the soul, she reminded herself, to dwell in anger. Too oft it only hurt the bearer, because the receiver was scarce aware, or didn't care anyway.

Susie-Q," said Daniel with a smirk-like grin indicating both earnest disapproval and a kind of fondness toward Seroquel and its intense, often uncomfortable tranquilizing effects—as if, believing Susie-Q wasn't malicious, he could forgive her every time she induced twelve hours of sleep followed by twelve to twenty-four hours of feeling lost and irritable, therefore she functioned, if inadvertently, as a teacher of forgiveness and acceptance and empathy, for which he was grateful.

compassion is a great tranquilizer.

Understanding, too, can be a form of forgiveness.

The poet Longfellow writes, "If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

Overcome any bitterness that may have come because you were not up to the magnitude of the pain that was entrusted to you.

make love of your self perfect.

I want to accept myself completely,

we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility. • HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

while resistance keeps us stuck by hardening our heart and contracting our body and mind, saying, 'i forgive this,' or, 'forgiven,' creates a warmth and softness that allow emotions to unfold and change.

some days i need to forgive myself over and over — twenty times, thirty times. i usually don't need a formal meditation to do so; i simply recognize that i'm judging or disliking myself and bring compassion to the pain i'm feeling. i consciously hold the intention to let go of blame and try to be more kind to myself.

May this too be held in lovingkindness.