Quotes About Forgiveness

We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage. When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news, and we'll talk with them too— Who loses and who wins, who's in, who's out— And take upon 's the mystery of things As if we were God's spies.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

Possiamo chiudere con il passato, ma il passato non chiude con noi.

No, my good lord, banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins, but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

Kneel not to me. The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you. Live, And deal with others better.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

Timon will to the woods, where he shall find Th' unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. The gods confound - hear me, you good gods all - Th' Athenians both within and out that wall! And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus

This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.

God help the noble Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere a' be cured.

A kiss, long as my exile, as sweet as my revenge.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee...

Perdonados serán unos, castigados otros; pues jamás hubo tan lamentable historia como la de Julieta y su Romeo.

Pardon's the word to all.

What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood, is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy but to confront the visage of offense? And what's in prayer but this twofold force, to be forestalled ere we come to fall, or pardoned being down? Then I'll look up. My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer can serve my tern? 'Forgive me my foul murder'?

Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.

Deep malice makes too deep incision. Forget, forgive, conclude and be agreed.

To bed, to bed! There's a knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed!

Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault: Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts.