Quotes About Reconciliation

I thought you were a drunk." "A drunk?" "Bloodshot eyes, dirty clothes, getting home in the wee hours of the morning, making a lot of noise, grouchy all the time as if you had a hangover… what else was I to think?" He rubbed his face. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I should have showered, shaved, and dressed in a suit before I came out to tell you that you were making enough noise to raise the dead.

the truth don't always set you free, forgiveness do!

Mi padre se me ha aparecido esta noche. Estaba envuelto en un manto de fuego. Y me preguntaba por qué lo había matado por segunda vez al quemar sus cartas.

Without a word, Carolyn held him...for a long, long time. Then, presently, she stood up, took hold of his hand and led him back to her bed, where she proceeded to put him back together again, piece by piece.

She wondered if forgiveness was more like peeling an onion than breaking an egg. That had been top-layer forgiveness. This would be deep forgiveness, boring down to the bedrock, to the taproot, to the core of who she was and what Daniel had done.

But many, perhaps most siblings share a private universe tropical with benevolence, betrayal, vendetta, reconciliation, and the use and abuse of power of which their parents know practically nothing

Maybe it was different for you and Valerie, since you didn't like each other much. But many, perhaps most siblings share a private universe tropical with benevolence, betrayal, vendetta, reconciliation, and the use and abuse of power of which their parents know practically nothing.

you. We didn't have sex for the last ten days of our holiday, you said you thought you'd married a fucking stranger, and now you're acting like none of that ever happened. You're … you're … offering me wine and … and stirring things. I just don't understand. I don't understand what's happening

ever since I did what I did to him. I am Phin's living, breathing nightmare and he hates me. And when you hate someone, it leaves deeper scars on your psyche than loving someone ever can.

I was going to have to leave you anyway. Because I loved you too much to drag you down with me." My hand crept up to caress the rigid line of his jaw. "Why'd you change your mind?" I whispered. "After I calmed down a little and had a chance to think, I figured . . . I love you enough to try and deserve you. I would do anything, be anything, for you.

You shouldn't rule out second chances. Sometimes they come with interesting bonus features.

It is no secret that Louis van Gaal and I did not get along. But for me personally, the matter is closed and forgotten.

There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.

Justice is the only way to achieve peace and co-existence among the various components of Iraq.

I cannot avoid forgiving everybody that threw a brick at me during my various campaigns, so I think it's important for all of us to bury that and say, 'OK, we need to look forward' - we've got to move forward from 'never Trump' to 'never Hillary.'

Let me say at the outset, there would be no space for vendetta politics in Punjab.

I don't believe in vengeance. Really, when all is said and done, I probably don't believe in punishment.

We can't continue with a justice of vengeance. Peace will require us to accept a certain degree of impunity; it's inevitable.

We need to learn to accept and certainly mourn any harm that comes to any human being on this earth. But we also need to not be vengeful.

I love the idea of giving up the vengeful nature that so many of us have.

I'm not really a vengeful person.

All is well," I said as soothingly as possible. "The Maginot Line is secured, the truce is agreed, and I have her promise not to invade Poland.

The past is dead; let it bury it's dead, its hopes and aspirations; before you lies the future. Let me beseech you to lay aside all rancor, all bitter sectional feeling, and to take your places in the ranks of those who will bring about a consummation devoutly to be wished--a reunited country.

Seven pounds, nine shillings and sixpence turned out to be the value they'd put on Arthur's life. I sat alone at the kitchen table, and I think that was the moment I knew I'd never see my husband again.