Quotes About Forgiveness

this was why mothers were so obsessively, consumingly, drivenly, and yet somehow narcissistically loving of you, their kid: the mothers are trying frantically to make amends for a murder neither of you quite remember.

Me imitaba cuando yo estaba molesto -solamente el amor de la vida de uno puede hacer esto- y a mí se me pasaba el enfado

By humbly and frankly acknowledging yourself to be in the wrong, there is no knowing, my son, what good you may do. I knew once a gentleman and very worthy practitioner in Vanity Fair, who used to do little wrongs to his neighbours on purpose, and in order to apologise for them in an open and manly way afterwards—and what ensued? My friend Crocky Doyle was liked everywhere, and deemed to be rather impetuous—but the honestest fellow.

It is those who injure women who get the most kindness from them.

Para un hombre que ha cometido una falta no conozco censor más implacable que sus propios parientes.

You think that enough?" said I. "Yes," said he, "and moreover it is all that we can do. If in addition we torture the man, we turn his grief into anger, and the humiliation he would otherwise feel for his wrong-doing is swallowed up by a hope of revenge for our wrong-doing to him.

Abraham Lincoln, the closing lines of his first inaugural. It was an appeal for peace; he prayed that all of us would finally be moved by 'the better angels of our nature.

No enemy is so annoying as one who was a friend, or still is a friend,and there are many more of these than one would suspect.

Vy ale nejste mrtvá, Lauro. Ale ano, jdem. Lauro! vykÃ…â"¢íkl Tracy. Pro boha živého, Lauro, já vás miluju. Promi?te, omlouvala se Laura. Promi?te, ale myslím, že budu radÅ¡i mrtvá.

What's done cannot be undone.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.

Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

What's done, is done

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Give me my sin again.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

William Shakespeare

A little water clears us of this deed.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.