Quotes About Forgiveness

While he was watching the ships, Buttercup shoved him with all her strength remaining. Down went the man in black. You can die too for all I care, she said, and then she turned away. Words followed her. Whispered from afar, weak and warm and familiar. As...you...wish...

Buttercup dried her tears and began to smile. She took a deep breath, heaved a sigh. It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning.

Inigo looked at him. You mean you'll forgive me completely for saving your life if I completely forgive you for saving mine? You're my friend, my only one. Pathetic, that's what we are, Inigo said. Athletic.

It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning. Buttercup stood, made her bed, changed her clothes, combed her hair, smiled, and burst out again in a fit of weeping. Because there was a limit to just how much you could lie to yourself.

Why was it worth so much of your life?" "Because I could not fail him again." "Fail who?" "My father.

You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning. Buttercup stood, made her bed, changed her clothes, comber her hair, smiled, and burst out again in a fit of weeping. Because there was a limit to just how much you could lie to yourself.

sorry about that, Helen)

You mean you'll forgive me completely for saving your life if I completely forgive you for saving mine? You're my friend, my only one. Pathetic, that's what we are, Inigo said. Athletic.

But I must never love again.

Oh, Westley, I didn't mean that, I didn't, I didn't, not a single syllabub of it." Now Westley knew that she meant to say "not a single syllable of it," because a syllabub was something you ate, with cream and wine mixed in together to form the base. But he also knew an apology when he heard one. So he held her very close, and shut his loving eyes, and only whispered, "I knew it was false, believe me, every single syllabub.

The only vice that cannot be forgiven is hypocrisy. The repentance of a hypocrite is itself hypocrisy.

The world loves to be amused by hollow professions, to be deceived by flattering appearances, to live in a state of hallucination; and can forgive everything but the plain, downright, simple, honest truth.

DOC    No Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no, Baby. We should never feel bad about what's past. What's in the past can't be helped. You Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you've got to forget it and live for the present. If you can't forget the past, you stay in it and never get out.

I also realized that God was not only just, but merciful. He knew we were weak and that we all found it easier to be stinkers than good sons of God, not only as kids but all through our lives. That clear picture, I'm sure, would be important to any kid who hates a teacher, or resents a person in charge. This picture of my relationship to man and God was what helped relieve me of bitterness and rancor and a desire to get even.

8. Show not yourself glad at the misfortune of another, though he were your enemy.

Cara untuk menjadi bijaksana adalah tahu apa yang harus dimaafkan.

non-resistance, when successful, turns enemies into friends;

Of all that we're asked to give others in this life, the most difficult to offer may be forgiveness.

If we were perfect, the light he shines on us would just bounce right off. But the wrinkles, they catch the light. And the cracks, that's how the light gets inside us. When I pray, Odie, I never pray for perfection. I pray for forgiveness, because it's the one prayer I know will always be answered.

Everything that's been done to us we carry forever. Most of us do our damnedest to hold on to the good and forget the rest. But somewhere in the vault of our hearts, in a place our brains can't or won't touch, the worst is stored, and the only sure key to it is in our dreams.

Of all that we're asked to give others in this life, the most difficult to offer may be forgiveness.

To his dying day, it is obvious, Hitler never forgave his teachers for the poor marks they had given him—nor could he forget. But he could distort to a point of grotesqueness.

The three things most difficult are to keep a secret, to forget an injury, and to make good use of leisure.

Le lapidi erano banali, parevano chiedere scusa ai defunti.