Quotes About Reconciliation

Dumpty the Bigot.

There is no good in most of their secret counsels except (in) him who enjoins charity or goodness or reconciliation between

William Carlos Williams? "This Is Just to Say"—yes, Dabney had always loved that poem. In the years of Agnes's growing up, a copy of the poem had been taped to the refrigerator door. It was an apology poem—forgive me, they were delicious, so sweet and so cold. Box was holding out the plum and a bottle of chilled Perrier with a silly grin on his face. Celerie

Sorry. I seem to have caused a mess our last time around.

We think of forgiveness as a thing. An incident. A choice. But forgiveness is a process. A long, exhausting process. A series of choices that we have to make over, and over, and over again.

Punishing Benedick because she didn't like his honest answers got them no closer to healing.

Benedick's flesh, and his colony were replete with recollections that he would have preferred to erase, undo, or lose forever.

Even races as belligerent as my own had come around eventually.

Perceval had been slow in forgiving herself for her lost loved ones and enemies, and slower in forgiving the new Angel so forged in the exigencies of her birth.

You left me," David said at last. "You were angry company." But the fingers that traced his brow and cheek were anything but angry. "I wasn't angry at you.

Sure. A girl can walk away from her dreams of vengeance. I still want to see Valens court-martialed for what he did to me almost thirty years back. On the other hand, he's saved my life twice now. Sometimes things get a little hard to reconcile.

You never quite know when you may hope to repair the damage done by going away.

All that remains is regret for what might have been. It is like standing in the ashes of a fire you once approached to warm your body a little, but which burned you to the bone instead.

old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

late-nineteenth-century recasting of the Civil War's achievement from African American emancipation to white reconciliation

When you come near to something that can't be made right, you have to approach it with love, and not vengeance. Vengeance is how we got into this in the first place.

Please," she whispered, her tears flowing unchecked. "Tell me what to say and I will say it gladly. If I have hurt your pride then take mine. I have no use for it without you.

Punishment is not for revenge, but to lessen crime and reform the criminal.

The past can't be changed, can it? It can just be forgiven.

accustomed like the white blackbird to the loneliness of eccentricity yet never quite reconciled to it, they found in each other's oddness a most comforting compatibility.

Forgiveness, she was thinking, was in some terrible, overeager way, a lack of curiosity. It was a big, powerful hose that washed everything away. She had, in effect, turned the hose on herself. "Of course I forgive you." As eager to reconcile as she has been in the schoolyard and in her first marriage too. Only to think that now she should not have been so hasty. Forgiveness was the premature end to the story. She had skipped to the last page instead of reading the book through.

I want things to be like they were before...but even better. I want you to not leave this time...please don't break my heart.

Why?" he whispered as he leaned over her, supported on one arm. "Why must ye be the one that haunts me dreams? I've seen ye weepin' night after bloody night since the day I sent ye from me palace with yer dress half undone. If I had it to do over again, I'd cut me own right hand off rather than hurt ye so. Will ye never be able to forgive me, Silence love?" "I already have," she replied, cradling his cheek in her hand. "Long, long ago.

But you cannot fly away from people who have flown away from you; you cannot fly into your own arms.