Quotes About Reconciliation

Kid, the people who love you stay. You've already learned that. Go find your mom and tell her you've been as dumb as a box of marbles. And let her hold you tight.

Lost. It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don't belong and then turned away, too confused to retrace my steps.

she returned to them.

The tiny footprints of their reconciliation—that one kiss—had been lost in the rubble of her grief.

hinterlands of a broken family.

rain. In that quiet, Ruby heard the echo of a broken family;

she'd sometimes wondered what good all those sorries were if nothing ever changed

To forgive even when the apology tendered was as thin as fishing line and as breakable as a promise to do better.

But this new emotion…this feeling in the pit of his stomach that he'd been a bad person, that he'd hurt his brother deeply and known it and never bothered to make it right…

Okay," he said. "You're right. You weren't invited. Now I'm inviting you. Will you come?" I smiled and sat up. "Absolutely." And that was it. There was no further discussion about our troubled year, no recriminations. Apparently, my decision to move out had been effective. From that moment on, my friendship with Carl and Franz was restored. We remain close to this day.

If you wait long enough, all murders will have lost their scream, all bloodlines forgotten, all dynamite broken, all storms settled, all bones cleaned of the memory of sin.

don't mistake my calm for forgiveness because there's none where you're concerned.

She knew, then, that it had not been hatred that had made him avoid her for so long. No, it had not been hatred at all.

Let bygones be bygones

I'll forget everything. I'll forget the last hundred years I spent missing you. We can start over.-Damon The truth is...I never loved you.-Katherine

We ought not to make those people our enemies who might have become our friends, if we had only known them better.

It is difficult for a proud man ever to forgive a person who has found him at fault, and who has good grounds for complaining of him; his pride is not assuaged till he has regained the advantages he lost and put the other person in the wrong.

Let all of us, though we are separated, remain socialists. Despite everything, let us remain brothers, brothers separated by a quarrel which is cruel but which is, nonetheless, a family quarrel, and whom a common hearth may some day reunite.

I said I was sorry." "Be sorry, then. Just be sorry somewhere else.

Can we leave the past behind us?" Could they? The question was everything. "That's an excellent place for the past," said Suheyla. "If you don't leave it there, it clutters everything up and you just keep tripping over it.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love and dared to imagine a new way of living—one without massacres and torn throats and bonfires of the fallen, without revenants or bastard armies or children ripped from their mothers' arms to take their turn in the killing and dying. This was not that world.

But how do you stop someone from crying? How do you lead them out of fear? Can hate be reversed? Can revenge be diffused?

Peace is more than the absence of war.

Can we leave the past behind us?" she asked. Could they? The question was everything. "That's an excellent place for the past," said Suheyla. "If you don't leave it there, it clutters everything up and you just keep tripping over it.