Quotes About Forgiveness

He had said that forgiveness is how we unchain ourselves from the past. We

I wanted something seismic to happen at the end. I wanted him to wake up so we could somehow forgive each other, say we loved each another, move on with some sense of closure, for I knew this would be the last time I saw him, but he didn't wake up, and nothing was said.

The fact is that blaming doesn't get you anywhere. It keeps you stuck. Blaming stops you from moving on with your life.

I didn't know if the forgiveness itself was light, glittery stuff that showered down and absolved a person and set them free, or if, instead, it was heavy, cumbersome, a new debt, a currency that was continuously renewed no matter how much was paid out.

So all I have is the knowledge that I saw! That I saw without being afraid and without turning away, and that I didn't forgive the unforgivable. Forgiveness is a reflex for when you can't stand what you know. I resisted that reflex. That's my sole, solitary, lonely accomplishment.

To bring him into such agonies as a man should never know, to deny him shrift, to tear his flesh shred from shred. And how will I ever be forgiven for such a lust as this?

So all I have is the knowledge that I saw! That I saw without being afraid and without turning away, and that I didn't forgive the unforgivable. Forgiveness is a reflex for when you can't stand what you know. I resisted that reflex. That's my sole, solitary, lonely accomplishment.

Well, Jesus never did a single bad thing, but when he was crucified, he made up for all the bad things that other people had done. That's why he was crucified.

us, you have been just; you have acted faithfully, while we did wrong.

And those you never forgive you find impossible to forget. — Jane Urquhart, The Underpainter (McClelland & Stewart, 1997)

Their lips were too thin to ask forgiveness, and their minds too mean to understand love.

A man whose axe was missing suspected his neighbor's son. The boy walked like a thief, looked like a thief, and spoke like a thief. But the man found his axe while he was digging in the valley, and the next time he saw his neighbor's son, the boy walked, looked, and spoke like any other child.

Nothing is ever forgotten.

You can fill no bag with regrets.

Amantium irae amoris integratio est A Latin saying that means Lovers' quarrels are the renewal of love

Suppose I lay down on the pavement and you run over me a few times with my own car...just for old times.

Holy Crap,' Carolli said. 'You shot Jesus. That's gonna take a lot of Hail Marys.

be refreshing." Ranger smiled. "There are times when I seriously consider marrying you, but then I get yet another black mark on my path to enlightenment and forgiveness and I scratch marriage off my bucket list." "Really? You think about marrying me?" "Marrying you might be extreme, but once in a while I think about sharing my closet." "You have a really great closet.

Every time I get social with you I end up all by myself, naked, in the middle of the street." I rolled my eyes. "That only happened once…and you weren't naked. You were wearing socks and a shirt." "I was speaking figuratively. If you want to get specific, what about the time you locked me in a freezer truck with three corpses? What about the time you ran over me with the Buick?" I threw my hands into the air. "Oh sure, bring up the Buick.

Ranger smiled. "There are times when I seriously consider marrying you, but then I get yet another black mark on my path to enlightenment and forgiveness and I scratch marriage off my bucket list.

Ranger raised my bruised and bloody wrist to his mouth and kissed it. "I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but there

I grew up with Morelli, lost my virginity to him, ran over him with my father's Buick in a fit of justifiable rage, and now years later he's my boyfriend.

She's a silly old lady,' my mother said. 'You could be a good Christian and turn the other cheek.' 'I'm a plenty good Christian,' Grandma said, 'but I got it on good authority that God wants me to get Bella for Him.

If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?