Quotes About Reconciliation

I saw Kuwait many times before the war. I remember it as a beautiful place, full of very nice people, and it's a tragedy to see that somebody could set out to deliberately destroy a country the way the Iraqis have.

At some point we must stop being paranoid and believing that we are all at war.

On one hand, it seems strange that a country that has suffered so much from violence and war would be debating if they want peace or not. But in Colombia, a part of society is deeply connected with the war as a means of making a living.

My father was a little frightening - a huge man, six foot four - and he looked like God. He was always a visitor, as far as I was concerned, because my parents separated when I was nine. We only became friends when he was old and began to shrink. During the war, he was a BBC war correspondent and did some extraordinary broadcasts.

If there was a regret, the one thing I didn't get to do before he died, was bury the hatchet with Ultimate Warrior.

Peace is something very dear. If you've been through wars and operations and battles, you want peace.

No one has hit the FARC harder than I. But all wars have to end at some point, and that requires a negotiated solution.

You won't like hearing this, but sometimes you can't fix what you broke. Sometimes you just have to live with it.

She should hold on to the memories she didn't want to remember. And then, maybe, she could finally let them go.

How could he forgive her if he didn't know she'd wronged him? How could she assuage her guilt without his forgiveness?

Rubbing salt in my wound won't change what I did.

But isn't the core of forgiveness that the debt is paid? You don't owe the offended anymore.

The Lord and I aren't exactly on speaking terms.

It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you've accepted that someone is out of your life, that you've grieved and it's over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you've lost that person all over again.

He drummed the table with his fingers and chewed his bottom lip. "Who knows what she wants. She says she's forgiven me. That I should come home." I forked a piece of corned beef off his plate. "End of relationship haiku." He counted on his fingers--five-seven-five--and that perfect smile of his peeked from the gloom.

Hurt me once, shame on you; hurt me twice, shame on me.

Are you the same? Is it only afterward that you think of what you should have said, the killer response,the put-down that would make them stay put down?

If every one of us will work, strenuously and continuously, until each has purged his heart of every trace of resentment against every person, who has, he thinks, injured him, we shall then find, perhaps to our surprise, that Peace is reigning over the whole world.2

I never stopped loving you. Even with everything between us, some part of me always loved you.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we were all given one do-over in life?" she murmured. "One free pass to go back and change one action, one decision, one thoughtless word?" He gave her a searching look, as if trying to figure out what moment she would alter.

All those people who left me in my adverse times will come back, but this time not as friends but as fans

to therapists who made you write letters telling your parents you forgave them even though they'd wasted the most potentially wondrous years of their lives running after you like a pair of underpaid waiters at that same hotel buffet you didn't even know

There are two laws discrete,Not reconciled—Law for man, and law for thing.