Quotes About Reconciliation

I'm sorry. I was wrong. I need help. I don't know. He'd

Now here's a good one: you're lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?

The whole sense of the voyage of Odysseus, which we shall trace or retrace in chapter three, starts here: the good life is the life reconciled to what is the case, the life lived in its natural place, within the cosmic order, and it behooves each of us to find this place and accomplish this voyage if we want one day to arrive in the harbor of wisdom, of serenity.

Anytime you think you hate somebody, what you do is pray for them. Try it, you'll see.

In Marxism there are always two ways at least of looking at anything and everything, and the reconciliation of these views is attained only by dialectic artificialities. The commonest device is to use, according to the needs of the moment, a word to which more than one meaning may be attached. With these words, which at the same time serve as political slogans to hypnotize the mass psyche, a cult suggestive of fetishism is carried on. The Marxist dialectic is essentially a word-fetishism.

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

When Em and I got back together, I could see that she had never been less than what I'd figured her to be. If anything, she was always better than I remebered. And that what I think love is [...] When your hindsight´s twenty-twenty, and you still wouldn´t change a thing.

It does not matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.

And I thought—not for the first time—that forgiving and forgetting aren't mutually exclusive.

Forgiveness is spiritual. Punishment is legal. They're not mutually exclusive.

in order to forgive, you have to remember how you were hurt in the first place. And that in order to forget, you had to accept your role in what had happened.

you even put into words the confession that you made a mistake, that you want to turn back time and try again? How do you say it without hurting the people who have been sitting across from you at the breakfast table for fifteen years, who know your Starbucks order and which side of the bed to leave you at a hotel?

because in the past words have only driven them apart.

You don't make peace only with God. You make it with people. Sin isn't global. It's personal. If you do wrong to someone, the only way to fix that is to go to that same person and do right by him.

What if, when I get home, Nicholas is standing on the porch with open arms, willing to pick up where we left off? Can I let myself make the same mistakes all over again?

Could you forgive someone if she hurt you and the people you love, if she truly believed she was only trying to help? I

What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise? —William Carlos Williams, "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower

Maria kijkt me aan. Ik weet niet wat deze persoon jou heeft aangedaan, en misschien wil ik het ook liever niet weten. Maar iemand vergeven doe je niet voor die ander. Je doet het voor jezelf, zodat je verder kunt met je leven. Het betekent: jij bent niet zo belangrijk voor mij dat je me in je greep kunt houden. Het betekent: jij zult mij niet verstrikken in het verleden. Ik verdien een toekomst.

If you had the chance, would you change what you did? We haven't rehearsed the answer, and maybe it's the only one that really matters. I turn, so that I am staring square at you; so that you know, all my life, anything I've ever said or buried beneath silence was just for you. If I had the chance, I reply. I'd do it all over again.

But forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself.

I don't know what this person did to you, and I am not sure I want to. But forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me. It's saying, You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.

She'd Shot A Man & Found A Friend - Maggie Allison

Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?

You are saying, I would like to but I could never forgive you or myself. I am saying, if you let me kneel before you once, I can live without forgiveness for a very long time.