Quotes about Forgiveness

I'm talking about a deep connection with our highest selves, and an unshakable ability to forgive our lowest. I'm talking about loving ourselves enough to let go of guilt, resentment, and criticism and embrace compassion, joy, and gratitude.

The moment you decide to forgive and let your negative feelings melt away, you are on the road to freedom.

Relationships are two people; everyone is accountable. A lot goes into a relationship coming together, and a lot goes into a relationship falling apart. Even if it's 98 percent the other person's fault, it's 2 percent yours.... You can only clean up your side of the street.

Our obedience has its origin in God's prior action, and forgetting that truth results in self-righteousness, pride, and despair.

People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have broken mine ... I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?

However , it's over, and I'll take no revenge on his folly — I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I'd not only turn the other, but I'd ask pardon for provoking it — and, as proof, I'll go make my peace with Edgar instantly — Good night — I'm an angel!

You say I killed you. Haunt me, then!

It struck me soon, however, there would be more sense in endeavouring to repair some of his wrongs than shedding tears over them.

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes-- Don't get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet, hates all the world, as well as the kicker, for what it suffers.

I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!