Quotes About Reconciliation

True redemption is...when guilt leads to good.

When guilt leads to good.

Stories close the gap and reconcile between what we want life to be and how it actually is.

But for a moment, standing there with Tariq in the sunlight, it was as though those years had never happened. Her parents deaths, her marriage to Rasheed, the killings, the rockets, the Taliban, the beatings, the hunger, even her children, all of it seemed like a dream, a bizarre detour, a mere interlude between that last afternoon together and this moment.

I dare, I dare allow myself the hope that, after you read this, you will be more charitable to me than I ever was to you. That you might find it in your heart to come and see your father. That you will knock on my door one more time and give me the chance to open it this time, to welcome you, to take you in my arms, my daughter, as I should have done all those years ago. It is a hope as weak as my heart. This I know. But I will be waiting. I will be listening for your knock. I will be hoping.

Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

but, for a moment, standing there with Tariq in the sunlight, it was as though those years had never happened. Her parents' deaths, her marriage to Rasheed, the killings, the rockets, the Taliban, the beatings, the hunger, ever her children, all of it seemed like a dream, a bizarre detour, a mere interlude between that last afternoon together and this moment.

Come. There is a way to be good again, Rahim Khan had said on the phone just before hanging up. Said it in passing, almost as an afterthought.

Ik deed Sohrabs deur dicht en vroeg me af of vergiffenis op die manier opbloeit: niet met het trompetgeschal van een openbaring, maar met de pijn die zijn boeltje pakt en midden in de nacht onaangekondigd wegglipt.

downpour lashing at her face is becoming heavier and more steady, rippling windows, smearing headlights. Pari has no memory of ever meeting the man, her grandfather, Maman's father, has seen only the one photograph of him reading at his desk, but she doubts that he was the mustache-twirling villain Maman has made him out to be. Pari thinks she sees through this story. She has her own ideas. In her version, he is a man rightfully worried over the well-being of

Ada jalan untuk kembali menuju kebaikan.

Dio mene misli da je bolje da nastavimo kao i dosad, da se ponašamo kao da ne znamo koliko smo zanemarivali jedno drugo. Tako je manje bolno. Možda je bolje nego ova zakasnjela ponuda. Ovaj krhki, uzdrhtao nagovještaj kako su stvari mogle izgledati izme?u nas. Iz toga ?e se samo izroditi žaljenje, kažem sebi, a kakva korist od žaljenja? Ono ništa ne može vratiti. Ono što smo izgubili je nepovratno.

Come, There is a way to be good again

Almost ten years. But, for a moment, standing there with Tariq in the sunlight, it was as though those years had never happened. Her parents' deaths, her marriage to Rasheed, the killings, the rockets, the Taliban, the beatings, the hunger, even her children, all of it seemed like a dream, a bizarre detour, a mere interlude between that last afternoon together and this moment.

There is a way to be good again

longer the pointed finger of condemnation, but the extended hand of hope; and an entire generation is recognizing this like never before, and reaching out for it.

Maybe if I didn't say anything about what happened, we could get back to the way we were. Ignoring a problem was a perfectly acceptable way to deal with it, as long as both people agree never to bring it up again.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly struggling to find a way to touch his son without hurting him. "Jax…" he whispered, his eyes both young and old—pained and filled with joy.

and when I found out they had, I came back. What do you think I was doing at the alliance?" "Having drinks, by the looks of it," he snarked

My feeling is that until the number of whole lives is greater than the number of shattered lives, we remain stuck in some kind of prehistory, unworthy of humanity's great spirit.

So much for Phyllis's bridge," Nadia said. "So much for Phyllis," said Sax.

Before you were my enemy, you were my best friend.

He gave her an indulgent look. I'll forgive these rash words for now. She sputtered, Forgive? Let's talk about who should be forgiving who. Whom, he corrected. Shut up! I'm in the right here. Remember all those things you did to me?