Quotes About Forgiveness

Benden yana olduÄŸundan sesin K?rd?m onun kalbini, Elimin içinde tuttuÄŸumdan Yeniden ellerini. Ne bir söz, ne de baÅŸka bir ÅŸey Onarabilir bunu --- Bir zamanlar dostum olan Åžimdi yabanc? bana.

Every drunkard has many moments of shame that live like carpet tacks in his memory

Sometimes when that kind of evil comes into our lives, we can't explain it, so we blame it on God or ourselves. In both cases we're wrong. Maybe it's time you let yourself out of prison.

No matter how you cut it, I was back to the short form of the Serenity Prayer, known in AA and other recovery groups as Fuck It.

But I had learned long ago not to argue with those who need to revise the past.

Sometimes the father poured a sack full of dry rice on the floor and made Clete kneel on the kernels until sunrise; sometimes he sat on the side of the bed and gently touched Clete's face with a hand that was as callused as a carpenter's; sometimes he lay down beside Clete and wept as a child would.

At some point in your life, you have to give up anger or it will destroy your spirit the way cancer destroys living tissue.

This piece of land was our original sin, except we had found no baptismal rite to expunge it from our lives.

We get hurt worse by the people whom we care about. And they seldom mean to do it. That's what makes it so painful, kiddo.

I don't try to correct yesterday's mistakes in the present. I mark them off. I truly mark them off. A person hurts me only once.

He has finally learned that lying to oneself is an offense for which human beings seldom grant themselves absolution. He comes to believe that acceptance of a wintry place in the soul and a refusal to speak about it to others is as much consolation as a man gets, and for some odd reason that thought seems to bring him peace.

The Truant is no longer on the wanted list, sir. Minimal collateral casualties.

When she got home, Bert came out to meet her, and took her into the den, where Letty was trying to quiet Veda. Letty went back to the kitchen, and Veda broke into loud sobs. Over and over, she kept saying: "I owed her a nickel! Oh, Mother, I cheated her out of it, and I meant to pay it back, but—I owed her a nickel!

at least to live wit them and like it. Maybe a wife can have cross eyes or buck teeth; but she can't have a past.

We cannot change the hearts of those people of the South, but we can make war so terrible . . . [and] make them so sick of war that generations would pass away before they would again appeal to it."5

He said he loved Blue. He said he loved the evil in Blue. He loves the evil in all people. Because in loving their evil, he loves the evil in himself enough to surrender it to God, who washes it clean. He's loving what God made, is what he said.

her smile of understanding and acceptance that said, "All intangibles are forgiven, I accept them and more—your faults, your dips and turns, everything, because our love is a hammer forged at the anvil of God and not even your most foolish, irrational act can break it." That look.

Never plead your merits before God. Plead mercy. It is mercy we need. We need it from first to last, and we need it every single day.

The thief on the cross had to be the luckiest man alive. He was nothing more than a low-life criminal, a loser. He had committed a crime. He was convicted for it, and he was crucified for it. So he had no future; he was going nowhere; or worse, he was going to hell. Yet of all the criminals, on all the crosses, on all the hills in the Roman Empire, he was crucified next to Jesus Christ.

Do not make the mistake of counting on your moral record as a way of coming to God. It is your record that gets you into trouble in the first place. Your record will condemn you, no matter how good you think you are or how good you appear in other people's eyes. Count on the fact that Jesus paid the penalty for your sin, and accept the fact that He is the way for simple, sinful people like you and me to enter heaven.

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

What did that stupid deserting crap-bag ex-boyfriend, ex-best friend with the most perfect stupid hair do? He DIDN'T delete his crap off the desktop before he fled my life and left me all alone. That's what he did.

You really hurt me. I wouldn't hurt you. Not like this.

Advice: Don't wait until someone you have issues with — especially someone you're related to — gets shot before you work it out.