Quotes About Reconciliation

Disarmed, I realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.

ein Mann ist fähig alles zu verzeihen, außer dass man ihm die Wahrheit sagt.

Supe entonces que dedicaría cada minuto que nos quedaba juntos a hacerla feliz, a reparar el daño que le había hecho y a devolverle lo que nunca supe darle.

yet there are days when I feel that a certain brightness is tentatively returning to Barcelona, as if between us all we'd driven it out but it had forgiven us in the end.

Everything can be forgiven, save telling the truth

I realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.

We quarreled, he said. Things were said that shouldn't have been said on both sides. But that girl has such a temper, you wouldn't believe it... She threatened to leave us and said she'd never come back.

We quarreled, he said. Things were said that shouldn't have been said on both sides...

You've had your tantrum. Now come back inside, and we'll talk like civilized people. You don't want to cause a scene in front of the neighbors.

I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what happens when the beloved child doesn't say she's sorry? The parable doesn't talk about that. Jesus figures of course you're sorry. Jesus, I thought, you blew it. Not everybody is sorry.

If only she had never stolen Sarah-Charlotte's milk. None of this would have happened.

Oh. My. God. he murmured as it all ended in a crescendo complete with beautiful sparks and all the bells and whistles of fantastic makeup sex. Five full minutes later he propped up on a an elbow and kissed the tip of her nose. Can we fight again tomorrow? She smiled up at him. I was thinking of starting an argument right now.

Remembering only the good times was just as unhealthy as remembering only the bad ones—there was no closure in either.

Jo…" It was a whisper, a pleading, needful sound that was almost her undoing. "Jo? I can't stand to see you this way. I know you're angry with me, but I need to set things right between us.

My casual talk with my adult children brings with it another fleeting sadness: They are the age I was when it became, because of profound political differences, difficult for me to chat easily with my parents: vituperation always lurked. They and I later reconciled but those years of loss now add a special poignancy.

As we meditate on the undeserved mercy of God in forgiving our sins, we will freely grant forgiveness and kindness to our husbands and children.

We're not adding to the "Mommy Wars." You can lower your guard. We are looking for unexpected grace.

Worst of all, we might miss the real opportunities for a thoughtful, other-regarding reconciliation of two critical parts of our human nature: the desire to liberate and enable the individual, and the impetus to protect and serve the collective.

And, like the prodigal son, he had returned broken in body and also in mind to the house where he had been born, and he and his child had been welcomed with open arms.

Après la Seconde Guerre mondiale, l'antisémitisme devint la honte et il fut en principe éradiqué dans l'Allemagne occupée.

We were all that mattered back then, or have you forgotten? Do you not remember that night? How we stood beside the river and followed the Shawnee way? Do you remember what I whispered to you? She shook her head, refusing to look at him. She tried to wrest her wrist free, but he held fast. You are lying, he accused quietly. You can't forget. How do you know? she threw back at him. Alex smiled. Because I can't, he admitted sadly.

It can take a lifetime to build up a friendship- it can take a second to make an enemy.

It's always that simple. I fucked up. I'm sorry. That's all she wants to hear—that you're sorry for fucking up, and that you've learned something from it, and that because of whatever you learned you're not even capable of doing it again. Everyone makes mistakes. She just wants to know that you know it was a mistake. Unless you kill somebody, it's pretty rare that the mistake is bad enough to fuck something up forever.

Or maybe another baby might have helped us. Another try. Of course, that's the worst reason to have a child, anyone on the street can tell you that, because no one can handle being an attempt at something from the very start, (1998: 200)