Quotes About Reconciliation

The truth brings with it a great measure of absolution, always.

When the truth emerges, then we reconcile ourselves to truth and unity and in charity or in love.

Love your enemies-they may tell you the truth.

In 1994, when I went back to Haiti from exile, we established a Commission for Truth and Justice and Reconciliation. I passed the documents to the next government, and I never heard about it again.

Everything can be forgiven in this world, save telling the truth.

There is a kind of sense of truth and reconciliation that is non-formalized, but it's understood and accepted. Haitians are Haitians and there is an inherent loyalty that forgives an awful lot.

There can be no healing without truth.

I have tried," I said, "but he does not believe me. It is too late for that now" (it is always too late for truth, I thought).

The ally we must cultivate is the part of our enemy which knows the truth.

Speak your truth but soothe your words with peace

Time heals the wounds of the past, Apology, forgiveness, and acceptancedoes lighten the scars.

The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail." (p. 220, 222)

If I want to be anything, I want to be a messenger of peace.

Centuries-old wounds are still raw because they never healed right in the first place. Here is the essential truth. We are better together than we are apart.

I learned a long time ago that some people would rather die than forgive. It's a strange truth, but forgiveness is a painful and difficult process.

There's no place like home / So where am I?" MacKaye sings with undisguised bitterness. "I just felt so betrayed by my friends," MacKaye says, "for doing what I wanted to do, for doing what I thought was the right thing." They performed the song only once, at their first show after reuniting. Afterward Baker and Preslar heaved handfuls of change at the audience.

Joe had run away, escaped without a trace, and come here to hide. But now he was ready to come home. The problem was that he didn't know how to do it.

I told him through the door that he could take his job and shove it up his ass. 'Course, a week later I had to ask him to pull it out of his ass and give it back to me.

What are you sorry about? It's not your fault.

Postoje ljudi koji nikada ne mogu da odu u fantaziju, i postoje ljudi koji mogu da odu, ali zauvek ostaju tamo. Postoji samo nekolicina onih koji odlaze u fantaziju i vra?aju se iz nje. Oni isceljuju oba sveta.

How about you keep the tens of millions you nearly prevented me from earning for you last year and we call it even?

Corum stared at the mired hand, now once again his. "It is nothing," he murmured. "I have killed my friend.

As he did so, he held out his other hand in a gesture of friendship and reconciliation, a smile lighting he worn face. 'In an hour, maybe, or two,' he said, 'we will be trying our best again each other to kill. God only knows why we do it, and I think he has maybe forgotten why. Goodbye Welshman. We have shown them, haven't we? We have shown them that any problem can be solved between people if only they can trust each other. That is all it needs, no?

Tears and hugs and saying I'm sorry is a good first step, but for me, the question is not one of changing the hearts of individuals as [much as] it is dealing with the systems and the structures that are devastating African-American people."43