Quotes About Forgiveness

Don't shoot me, Sidney, I love you." He had shot him right through the words that still haunted him today, the most perfect words ever said to him.

I have wrote my name in hell," Brian McFee had said as he was dying on the sawdust of the floor in the Bent Ridge Tavern.

What You Can Do About Sundown Towns: The Three-Step Program in Action To help sundown towns transcend their pasts and end second-generation sundown town issues, I suggest a "Three-Step Program": •?Admit it: "We did this." •?Apologize: "It was wrong, and we apologize." •?Renounce: "And we don't do it anymore.

We must not forget this—not to wallow in our wrongdoing, but to understand and to learn, that we might not wreak harm again. We must temper our national pride with critical self-knowledge

It's better to lose our pride to the one You Love, than to lose the one we love, because of our pride.

but she'd learned that anger and regret were bitter desserts.

drank, the more his behavior changed, even when he was sober. I confided his increasingly hateful behavior to my priest and my doctor, but they made me feel like I had somehow failed in my duty. They told me to try harder.

When you understand a prickly person's history, you develop compassion for them.

People sometimes made mistakes when they felt overburdened. Maybe they drank too much, slept with the wrong person, yelled at loved ones. Or screamed at people on social media. A fan of cool sea spray misted her face, and she realized that mistakes were all part of being human. Jeremy hadn't been a saint, any more than she was. If she'd had better relationship skills, she might have diffused Sunny's anger and

Try to remember only the good now. The rest of it no longer serves you.

But stranger than any episode was the fact itself that neither the convict, his wife, nor his godfather for a moment considered him a criminal. He had merely gotten excited over cards and had stabbed his adversary with a knife. Why should a man who took his luck badly be kept forever from the sun? was their reiterated inquiry.

I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.

We certainly do not forget you, so soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. I quit such odious subjects as soon as I can, impatient to restore everybody not greatly in fault themselves to tolerable comfort, and to have done with all the rest.

My object then, replied Darcy, was to show you, by every civility in my power, that I was not so mean as to resent the past; and I hoped to obtain your forgiveness, to lessen your ill opinion, by letting you see that your reproofs had been attended to. How soon any other wishes introduced themselves I can hardly tell, but I believe in about half an hour after I had seen you.

I cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offences against myself...My good opinion once lost is lost forever. - Fitzwilliam Darcy

Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

Maybe it's that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

she had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever…

The worst crimes; are the crimes of the heart

That is very true, replied Elizabeth, and I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

Oh! you are a great deal too apt, you know, to like people in general. You never see fault in any body. All the world are good and agreeable in your eyes. I never heard you speak ill of a human being in my life. I would wish not to be hasty in censuring any one; but I always speak what I think.

It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations accompanying her rejection.