Quotes About Reconciliation

You always think that a bolt of lightning is going to strike and your parents will magically change into the people you wish they were, or back into the people they used to be. But they're never going to. And even though you know they're never going to, you still hope they will.

Siempre creemos que a nuestros padres les alcanzará un rayo y que, por arte de magia, se convertirán en las personas que querrías que fueran, o que volverán a ser las personas que eran. Pero eso no va a pasar nunca. Y, aunque sepas que nunca va a pasar, sigues teniendo la esperanza de que pase.

Men shake hands after they beat each other up; we eat chocolate.

When I left, it was for you. Coming back was for you. There's nothing you can say, nothing you can do that would make me leave you again.

Fair enough. She lowered her knees, stared down as she buttoned her shirt again. Ty, I'm really sorry. I'd never do anything to upset Eli, or to cause trouble between the two of you. I know. He pushed to his feet and after a brief hesitation held out his hand to help her up. I want to make love with you. His already jangled system suffered. I think what we both want's pretty clear. I just don't know what we're going to do about it. I have to go after him. Yes.

you can't forgive without trust

thought of Dr. Court and was sorry that she was going to be disappointed. Joey knew his mother would be upset, but she had Donald and the new baby. It wouldn't take her long to see that it was all for the best. And his father. His father would just get drunk again. Joey kept his eyes open. He wanted to see the trees rush up at him. He took a long breath, held it, and dove.

I've been so unhappy without you. Maybe it'll help to know I haven't had a decent night's sleep since you left. It does. Her lips curved when he laughed. I hope you suffered. And I'll remind you of how much you suffered the next time you try to decide what's best for me. He combed his fingers through her hair. I'm what's best for you.

Many of the central ideas of the major religions cannot be reconciled, which gives the lie to the trendy tenet of pluralism that all religions at their core are the same.

Leadership is a word people use to reconcile any kind of charisma that was impossible to otherwise explain.

If we can forgive what's been done to us . . . If we can forgive what we've done to others . . . If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world.

The truth is, Archer tells me, you stay in Hell until you forgive yourself. You fucked up. Game over, he says, so just relax.

If the prodigal son had never left home, the fatted calf would still be alive.

If the prodigal son had never left home, the fattened calf would still be alive.

Purgatory is where you unwrite the book of your life story

Plainly and simply put, Purgatory is where you unwrite the book of your life story.

We look forward to getting you back.

An apology with the heft of a prayer, if not the faith behind it.

apology—which required her to turn her head so her forehead was touching the ground, and to spread her arms wide on either side of her body. It was a physical expression of total obedience and submission, perfect when a sub had something to apologize for.

Lee replied: Tell your friends it is unworthy of them as women, especially Christian women, to cherish feelings of resentment against the North. Tell them that it grieves me inexpressibly to know that such a state of thing exists, and that I implore them to do their part to heal our country's wounds.

Well, it was most likely too late; there would not be time for me to flagellate myself for every dishonorable deed in that list, nor any chance to make good the harms I'd done. Minor harms, to be sure, in the scheme of things; but large enough to regret.

You live in world, you collide with others. That's the way it is. We collide and sometimes someone gets hurt. They just wanted to steal a silly pair of boxers. It went wrong. For a short time, I hated them. But when you think about it, what good does that do? It takes so much hold on to hate - you lose your grip on what's important, you know?

Reconnected the dead to the living world that processed without them.

The atmosphere in Nightbirds was ever five minutes after a big argument and no one telling you what happened. Everyone in their neutral corners replaying KO's and low blows and devising too-late parries. You didn't know what it had been about or who'd won, just that nobody wanted to talk about it, they glance around and knead grudges in their fists.