Quotes About Reconciliation

All people are children when they sleep. There's no war in them then . . . They . . . open their hands halfway, soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters. . . . If only we could speak to one another then when our hearts are half-open flowers Words like golden bees would drift in.

Give us grace when we hurt each other . . . to recognize and acknowledge our fault, and to seek each other's forgiveness and yours.

is asked of us in our time,' the writer said, 'is that we break open our blocked caves and find each other. Nothing less will heal the anguished spirit, nor release the heart to act in love.

In every way, un-forgiveness makes us the victim—

History writes the word 'Reconciliation' over all her quarrels.

My mother killed herself when I was 12. I won't complete that relationship. But I can try to understand her.

I don't think there's anything more important than making peace before it's too late. And it almost always falls to the child to try to move toward the parent.

We all need people to tell us that we were the ones who had been deeply wronged.

I learned this especially from sons and daughters of men who were abusive fathers. Once these fathers stopped drinking and raging, and showed that they wanted a loving relationship with their children, the grown kids I spoke with were eager to take them back into their lives.

Does vengeance or blame ease the sorrow of heart-ache? We all make mistakes. Life can't be lived without harm to others.

I want to grow a flower for every time someone tells me F*** you." Then I'll go back to that person and pin the flower on their lapel in a gesture of friendship. And while they are looking down on it in astonishment, I'll bunch up my knuckles and punch them in the face.

Everyone wants to be heard and respected. It usually doesn't cost much to do, either. And it doesn't really matter all that much whether you ultimately think you're right and they're wrong. Arguing with heated feelings will just increase the burn.

How would you feel about the apology if you were on the other end? If someone said those words to you, would you believe them? Keep

Ben Solo had sought to abandon everything he had been, even casting aside his name. But Luke sensed that Kylo Ren was just a shell around the same broken boy he had tried so hard to reach.

When the abuse is mutual, it dissolves of its own accord, the way it does in quarrels between brothers and sister when they are still young. Or else it accumulates, until the next time

El regreso es la infidelidad más profunda'.

Uno va reduciendo sus ímpetus y sus expectativas, se va conformando con versiones deterioradas de lo que quiso alcanzar o creyó haber alcanzado, en todas las fases de la vida se admiten rebajas y desperfectos, se van dejando de lado exigencias: 'Está bien, esto no ha podido ser', se reconoce uno; 'pero todavía queda bastante, todavía compensa y es posible disimular, peor sería que no hubiera nada y se hubiera ido todo al traste'.

What you want the other person to say isn't "It was my fault," but rather "I understand that I hurt you and I'm sorry." The first statement is about judgment, the second about understanding.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

a total stranger one black day knocked living the hell out of me- who found forgiveness hard because my(as it happened)self he was -but now that fiend and i are such immortal friends the other's each

He could not bear the thought that a barrier of words should drop between them again

Thus are two ideas as opposite as can be imagined reconciled in the extremes of both; and both, in spite of their opposite nature, brought to concur in producing the sublime. And this is not the only instance wherein the opposite extremes operate equally in favor of the sublime, which in all things abhors mediocrity.

It is the duty of those who claim to rule over others not to provoke them beyond the necessity of the case, nor to leave stings in their minds which must long rankle even when the appearance of tranquillity is restored.

Custom reconciles us to every thing.