Quotes About Reconciliation

Forgiveness is the needle that knows how to mend.

Can't undo wrong. Can only do our best to make things right" -Grandma

Wish I knew. Meeting you taught me to forgive myself. I don't need to hate. Not anymore.

Can't undo wrong. Can only do our best to make things right.

Grant, Lord, that we might overcome our enemies by transforming them into friends. Make them and make us conscious of those deep inward reaches whereby every heart is rooted in our world's deep common life.

And yet she could not forgive herself. Even as an adult, she wished only that she could go back and change things: the ungainly things she'd worn, the insecurity she'd felt, all the innocent mistakes she made.

I never crush a relationship dead, I once boasted. Meaning: I always leave something in case I want to pick it up later.)

How do people reconcile themselves to war's worst cruelties?

It never hurts to apologize, especially if you don't mean it.

I know. I shouldn't have punched Brian in the throat.

No historic presidential election, no athlete or entertainer's success, no silent tolerance of one another is enough to create the truth and reconciliation needed to eliminate racial inequality or the presumption of guilt. We're going to have to collectively acknowledge our failures at dealing with racial bias. People of faith are going to have to raise their voices and take action. Reading this extraordinary new work by Jim Wallis is a very good place to start.

We must not become morbidly fixated on our sins any more than we should become morbidly fixated on the death of a loved one. At some point, one must move on. But that point is not immediately after the sins have been committed or immediately after a loved one has died. There is a natural process that needs to take place.

Until we bless those who have hurt us, we will not experience true emotional healing and freedom.

I try to remind myself of all the mean things she's done to me, but in the end it doesn't matter. With Leah, it never did. Even from the very beginning. No matter how much she hurt me, I always came back. All she had to do was reach for my hand and pull.

Só para o nome-da-mãe ou de "ladrão" era que não havia remédio, por ser a ofensa grave.

We've made peace. At least a little.

She looked for common ground. She did not nurse grudges.

Silence is a frightening thing. Silences leaves us at the mercy of the noise within us. We hear the fears that need to be faced. We hear, then, the angers that need to be cooled. We hear the emptiness that needs to be filled. We hear the cries for humility and reconciliation and centeredness. We hear ambition and arrogance and attitudes of uncaring awash in the shallows of the soul. Silence demands answers. Silence invites us to depth. Silence heals what hoarding and running will not touch.

I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.

Lynn said that therapy was like separating the strands in a tangled web of yarn. It made sense that things would keep getting more separate for awhile so that we eventually came back together in an organized way. (205)

Yes! Oh, yes! Of course I forgive you! And I love you, Marnie. I shall never forget you, ever!

had decided while she was in bed that she would never speak to her again. But she wanted Marnie to see her. She wanted her to look out of her window and see her down there on the staithe, and remember the mean, cruel thing she had done. If

This stuff of a past not worthily lived is also medicine.

It just shows what strange things life throws at yer. It doesn't do to fall out with someone and say yer'll never speak to them again as long as yer live, because yer never know whether some day yer'll have to eat your words.