Quotes About Reconciliation

To forgive is to move on, not to think about the offense anymore. You don't excuse him, endorse her, or embrace them. You just route thoughts about them through heaven.

Bob," I have inquired, "have I said something to upset you?" "Mary," I have asked, "there seems to be tension between us. Are we okay?" Without fail the step has resulted in restoration. Never in my four decades of ministry has this practical teaching failed to achieve its goal. When Scripture is mixed with obedience, a healing elixir results.

But there is no way we can move forward together if you're going to hold me hostage to the past.

He wants to hear from us, even when our words are little more than angry arrows. Talking about it is the first step to healing.

And I had to get out of hating range.

I have longed for one person with whom everything could be shared, but I am slowly making my peace with the knowledge that this will never happen.

I have learned to accept my responsibility and to forgive myself first, then to apologise to anyone injured by my misreckoning.

They may have forgotten how badly they treated you, or they may pretend that they have forgotten. But watch: They will come back to you.

there are times when no one is right, and sometimes among family and children, no one can admit that there is no right, and that maybe at the same time there is no wrong. But in this case I was wrong and I appreciate Vivian Baxter for being big enough to accept my apology.

I went further than forgiving the clerk, I accepted her as a fellow victim of the same puppeteer.

Africans find it hard to forgive us slavery, don't they? He took my hand and said, I thought you would have known that. My dear, they can't forgive us, and even more terrible, they can't forgive themselves. They're like the young here in this tragic country [Germany]. They will never forgive their parents for what they did to the Jews, and they can't forgive the Jews for surviving and being a living testament to human bestiality.

The miserable little encounter had nothing to do with me, the me of me, any more than it had to do with that silly clerk. The incident was a recurring dream, concocted years before by stupid whites and it eternally came back to haunt us all. The secretary and I were like Hamlet and Laertes in the final scene, where, because of harm done by one ancestor to another, we were bound to duel to the death. Also because the play must end somewhere.

The incident was a recurring dream, concocted years before by stupid whites and it eternally came back to haunt us all. The secretary and I were like Hamlet and Laertes in the final scene, where, because of harm done by one ancestor to another, we were bound to duel to the death. Also because the play must end somewhere. I went further than forgiving the clerk, I accepted her as a fellow victim of the same puppeteer.

Yea, kinda hard to be mad when he says shit like that.

She's my second chance, one I tried to throw away so many times it's a wonder she never gave up on me.

Sometimes second chances are the very best chances," she whispered. "Because this time we'll get it right.

You came to this clan willing to set aside your hatred or fear.

Doesn't matter," he said solemnly. "Men as a species are wrong. We're better off admitting it up front, taking our punishment and then hoping for good makeup sex.

She looked up to see all three of them looking at her. She put her spoon down, knowing she wasn't going to be able to eat until they got the elephant out of the room. What happened a year ago... shouldn't have happened, she said in a low voice

Maybe nobody has a right to tell anybody to shut up. Maybe this is how wars get started, because someone tells someone else to shut up, and then no one will apologize.

Our family wasn't particularly warm, or effusive with the I love you's. Except for Uncle Chris, who'd come out of prison bursting with them. He'd even told the mail carrier that he loved him.

Maybe this is how wars get started, because someone tells someone else to shut up, and then no one will apologize.

Gina, I noticed, slipped automatically into the front passenger seat. Apparently, she didn't believe that when Sleepy had told us all to shut up, he meant her, too, since she went, How about we stop somewhere for ice cream on the way home? She was trying, I knew, to get me to not be mad at her. As if a chocolate-dipped twist would help. Actually, it sort of would, now that I thought about it.

Ah, said the magus, understanding at once. I see that he means to be prepared if he meets him again. Surely that's unlikely, said Sounis. I don't think unlikely means to him what it does to the rest of us, said the magus.