Quotes about Forgiveness

I verily believe that her not remembering and not minding in the least, made me cry again, inwardly - and that is the sharpest crying of all

O dear good Joe, whom I was so ready to leave and so unthankful to, I see you again, with your muscular blacksmith's arm before your eyes, and your broad chest heaving, and your voice dying away. O dear good faithful tender Joe, I feel the loving tremble of your hand upon my arm, as solemnly this day as if it had been the rustle of an angel's wing!

vigorous tenacity of love, always so much stronger than hate,

Christmas-time, when it has come round—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that—as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave.

My sorrow may bear involuntary witness against you at the judgement Throne; but my angry thoughts or my reproaches never will, I know!

Rarely did that hour of the evening come, rarely did I wake at night, rarely did I look up at the moon, or stars, or watch the falling rain, or hear the wind, but I thought of his solitary figure toiling on, poor pilgrim, and recalled the words: "I'm a-going to seek her, fur and wide. If any hurt should come to me, remember that the last words I left for her was, 'My unchanged love is with my darling child, and I forgive her!

One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind;

Sev onu," dedi gene. "Sev onu, sev onu! Yüzüne gülüyorsa sev onu. Yüre?inden yaral?yorsa gene sev. Ci?erini paramparça etse bile... insan büyüyüp geli?tikçe ald??? yaralar daha derinle?ir çünkü... ald?rma, sen gene sev onu, sev!

but once a month, or even once a year, of him, or any one who ever wronged you, you would forgive him in your heart, I know!

This pure young feeling, this gentle and forbearing feeling of each towards the other, brought with it its reward in a softening light that seemed to shine on their position. The relations between them did not look wilful, or capricious, or a failure, in such a light; they became elevated into something more self-denying, honorable, affectionate, and true.

Psycho-analysis — that is... confession without absolution.

Hate is a lack of imagination.