Quotes About Forgiveness

No quería matarte- dijo ella-. No quería hacerte daño. pero sentía que no tenía opción, ¿entiendes? Christian sacudió la cabeza. - Me clavaste una espada en el vientre- dijo-. Yo te clavé una espada en el corazón. teniendo eso en cuenta , creo que no he salido muy mal parado. - Habría muerto antes que matarte- susurró ella-. pero ya estaba muerta, de alguna manera. Victoria y Christian

Entonces,olvida ahora quién soy y lo que he hecho y déjate llevar por tu corazón.

No es posible que todavía dudes de lo que siento por ti. ¿Quieres más pruebas?¿Acaso quieres que deje morir a Christian solo para demostrarte que me importas?¿Es eso lo que me estas pidiendo?¿Era eso lo que esperabas que hiciera cuando Asrhan me exigió que eligiese entre los dos?¿Es eso lo que aun no me has perdonado?

Alguien que olvida su pasado con tanta facilidad no puede comprender el valor que tiene el mío para mí.

Mientras no seas capaz de mirar al pasado sin dolor, nunca te forjarás una nueva identidad y un destino diferente».

Si arrojas un jarrón al suelo, sus pedazos no volverán a unirse cuando tú desaparezcas —le había explicado Ren—. El mal que hacemos no puede ser deshecho; solo podemos tratar de compensarlo de alguna manera.

resentment, the emotion that, Jane Amery would write, 'nails every one of us onto the cross of his ruined past.'

As Halloran parachuted over Tokyo, the Zero that had shot him down sped toward him, and Halloran was certain that he was going to be strafed, as so many falling airmen were. But instead of firing, the pilot saluted him. After the war, Halloran and that pilot, Isamu Kashiide, became dear friends.

In keeping with the American effort to reconcile with Japan, all of them, including those serving life sentences, would soon be paroled. It appears that even Sueharu Kitamura, "the Quack," was set free, in spite of his death sentence. By 1958, every war criminal who had not been executed would be free, and on December 30 of that year, all would be granted amnesty. Sugamo would be torn down, and the epic ordeals of POWs in Japan would fade from the world's memory.

what resonated with him now was not all that he had suffered but the divine love that he believed had intervened to save him. He was not the worthless, broken, forsaken man that the Bird had striven to make of him. In a single, silent moment, his rage, his fear, his humiliation and helplessness, had fallen away. That morning, he believed, he was a new creation. Softly, he wept.

The post-war nightmares caused my life to crumble, but thanks to a confrontation with God through the evangelist Billy Graham, I committed my life to Christ. Love replaced the hate I had for you. Christ said, "Forgive your enemies and pray for them.

2 As Halloran parachuted over Tokyo, the Zero that had shot him down sped toward him, and Halloran was certain that he was going to be strafed, as so many falling airmen were. But instead of firing, the pilot saluted him. After the war, Halloran and that pilot, Isamu Kashiide, became dear friends.

The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when they make their tormentors suffer.

The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when their tormentors suffer.

At that moment, something shifted sweetly inside him. It was forgiveness, beautiful and effortless and complete. For Louie Zamperini, the war was over.

All he had left was his alcohol and his resentment, the emotion that, Jean Améry would write, "nails every one of us onto the cross of his ruined past.

Heartbreak could be lived with if it weren't accompanied by regret.

But no monk am I in my head, God grant me pardon," he whispered. His body drew closer, velvet and taut elegance. "My confessor has chastised me oft, and bade me study on my sins at length. And so, lady"--he kissed her, the hunger in it sinking down through her like a comet falling--"I have studied.

He felt her draw a little shuddering breath, and then a wet tumble of water on her cheek. She whispered, "God forgive, Jervaulx—that I sh'dovethee." That I should love thee.It broke the spell that held him. Had she said that? He pushed back, gazing at her.

He didn't reckon that God owed him anything. He reckoned that he'd had it all, and wasted it. Burning lakes and howling fiends had just never seemed that convincing, perils hardly fit to frighten naughty children. He turned over, staring up at the darkess. Damned…having found out now what hell was really like.

Forgive me if your contempt from on high always brings out the worst in me.

If Flynn's as you say, the boy—Simon, you called him?—Simon should be all too happy to come away with us. I've no ill will toward him." "You might remember Simon's the one who gave you a great clout on the head," she said. David waved it away. "And why shouldn't he? He likely thought I was about to maul your unconscious person.

But then again—if one doesn't forgive someone, doesn't one, in a sense, lose that person forever?

Allowing one's self to be forgiven is just as hard as forgiving. Harder in some ways. Because to be forgiven, one first has to admit to being at fault.