Quotes About Forgiveness

I've never been that cute kid that was forgiven for being naughty.

You can be happy if you are willing to let go of your past and leave yourself unencumbered so you can fly freely.

If you would be happy and content, you must let go of regret and resentment. Any regret or resentment for what has been done to you or even for harmful things you have done to others dispels your happiness.

When you look at others with contempt, envy, hatred, maliciousness, lust, or with an intention to hurt them, you can bring about change in them. Your thoughts and feelings can diminish them on the subtlest of levels. The same goes for love.

Ain't no deserving, or otherwise,' Silo said, his bass voice rolling out from deep in his chest. 'There's what is, and what ain't, and there's what you do about it. Regret's just a way to make you feel okay when you're not making amends. A man can waste a life with regrets.

generosity involved in proactively forgiving other people. This form of generosity, and the positive feelings it evokes in generous forgivers, have been shown by studies to reduce stress, tension, and sadness, and to lead to lower heart rates, lower skin conduction levels, and lower blood pressure. By contrast, those who ungenerously hold grudges are more angry, feel less in control of their lives, and, partly as a result, exhibit symptoms of unhealthy physical conditions.

To heal our past, we must first become aware of how Darkness works. Shining a light on it is the first step. And then forgiving ourselves and being unconditionally loving—and also changing our behavior, if necessary—is the next step to clean up the legacy for good.

And you will forgive me too, one day, Asajj Ventress." He hesitated, and took a breath. "That's what you do for…for the one you love.

Do I wish I had chosen otherwise? Wishes do not a world make. We do the best we can where we are, every minute, every breath. We make mistakes, and we have to live with them. We try to learn from them. And that is all we can do. (Thrall)

When he spoke, it was almost poetry and much too much truth—two sins the ton would not easily forgive.

Please come. I know my William is there somewhere, buried beneath the mountain of anger and disgust. My son is still there, but only lost. Please help me find him.

You're mine, Isabeau. You'll always be mine. Make no mistake about it. Whether you choose to forgive me and give us a second chance, or you don't, you'll be my only.

It happened. It was frightening and horrible and we both wish it hadn't happened, but it did.

Beloved. Heart of mine. I know you are weary. Forgive me. I cannot let you go. There is no other for me. You can do this—for me. For us. Fight for us, beloved.

We can only choose to go forward. We can't change what's behind us. What was done to us by others, by our parents, by anyone. Even what we did. It is done. We have to live with it. Our responsibility is to move forward and do the best we can, be the best we can." Mama Anat

The words, sliding into his mind, were vibrant with her emotions. Dripping with sensitivity. Weeping with her reaction. Intimate beyond measure. Because she murmured forgiveness into his mind, she gave more of herself away to him.

She took away sorrow and anger, replacing it with acceptance and love.

Il mio piccola bella amore, I can't change the past as much as I'd like to," he said softly. "I can only tell you that you have my future. Only you.

You need to accept my apology and then let it go. That's the way we're going to do things when we're together. I'm going to fuck up and apologize a lot. You're going to forgive me and let it go.

She had a way of giving him comfort when nothing else could. The wailing of the dead. The accusations of their eyes because he couldn't save them. She drove those dead children away from him and brought him peace.

Kiss me, Raven. Merge your mind with mine. Share your body so that we are completely one being. You trusted me before. Do so now. Look at me with the eyes of love, in forgiveness for the things I have been forced to do, for the beast in my nature. Do not look at me through the eyes of one who would wish to destroy our people and us. Give yourself to me.

I'm not going to hurt you, Bree. I'd shoot myself in the heart before I'd do that again.

The past wouldn't let her go, not her love for him and not her memories of his betrayal. "I remember." She choked out the words against his throat. "Can you hear me screaming in pain? Can you, Sasha? It's so deep I can't ever get it out and it's locked inside me forever." He crushed her to him. "Yes. I'm screaming too." He held her, staying to the shadows, his face buried in her silken hair.

I know you can hear me. I'm sorry I intruded. It was thoughtless of me; it won't happen again. But just for the record, don't try flexing your muscle on me again. He was glad he was in the form of a creature, so he couldn't smile. She didn't know what muscle was.