Quotes About Forgiveness

does a lost soul help lost souls?

But the strongest scent was also the oldest – it was the perfume of his transgressions. There were other smells, too, some of which she could name – incense, books, sweat – and far, far more that she had no name for.

You live in world, you collide with others. That's the way it is. We collide and sometimes someone gets hurt. They just wanted to steal a silly pair of boxers. It went wrong. For a short time, I hated them. But when you think about it, what good does that do? It takes so much hold on to hate - you lose your grip on what's important, you know?

That I gave a bad blow job. She bats her eyes sweetly. Will the Big Guy forgive me? I never did it again, and I'm a much better cocksucker now, I promise.

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.

The selfmoment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.

Há muito que os comissários do gulag se tinham aposentado, com medalhas e pensões. Nem um único comparecera perante a justiça. A Rússia voltara as costas ao passado. Como podia eu entender? Desde o Holocausto, o meu mundo fizera da memória um dever. A Rússia, tal como a China, optara pelo esquecimento. Era assim que as pessoas sobreviviam, dizia o escritor Shamalov. Uma nação não se construía sobre a verdade.

The capacity to suffer. Elwood--all the Nickel boys--existed in the capacity. Breathed in it, ate in it, dreamed in it. That was their lives now. Otherwise they would have perished. The beatings, the rapes, the unrelenting winnowing of themselves. They endured. But to love those who would have destroyed them? To make that leap? We will meet your physical force with soul force. Do to us what you will and we will still love you.

Throw us in jail, and we will still love you. Bomb our homes and threaten our children, and, as difficult as it is, we will still love you. Send your hooded perpetrators of violence into our communities after midnight hours, and drag us out onto some wayside road, and beat us and leave us half-dead, and we will still love you. But be ye assured that we will wear you down by our capacity to suffer, and one day we will win our freedom.

Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.

New York City does not hold our former selves against us. Perhaps we can extend the same courtesy.

He ate every miserable spoonful and ever since it struck him that adults are always trying to buy off children to make them forget their bad actions.

But it was one thing to allow someone to kill for you and another to let him live next door.

They were up past dawn, crashed, were granted absolution in its secular manifestation of late checkout.

They don't give gold bracelets for regrets.

Judge not the dysfunctions of others, let ye be judged.

They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.

One look at each other and it was immediately understood that they both needed a clean slate,,, The obliteration of memory.

for a long time they were the same thing to me, justice and revenge.

The men all seemed to want mulligans with their lives.

Once I thought we could never solve our conflict, we would continue hating each other forever, but it is not written anywhere that we have to go on killing each other. The hero makes a friend of his enemy. That's my duty. Don't thank me for doing it. That's all it is, my duty. When they killed my daughter they killed my fear. I can do anything now.

He was not interested in absolving the attackers, but he had to admit if he had been born under the same circumstances he would undoubtedly have become a fighter himself, maybe even the same sort of man who had murdered his son.

Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!

Being willing to forgive is not the same as being weak. Indeed, it takes a great deal of strength to accept someone else's acknowledgment of their mistakes.