#given

Never in your life have you been helpless—under somebody’s heel. You never lived where your enemies held power over you, power to run your life or wipe it out. You can’t understand. That’s how come you stand there feeding me empty slogans!” Luciente bowed her head. “You crit me justly, Connie. Forgive me. I’ll try to see your situation more clearly and make less loud noises in your ears. ↗

— Marge Piercy

#forgiveness

Hektor, argue me no agreements. I cannot forgive you. As there are no trustworthy oaths between men and lions, nor wolves and lambs have spirit that can be brought to agreement but forever these hold feelings of hate for each other, so there can be no love between you and me, nor shall there be oaths between us, but one or the other must fall before then to glut with his blood Ares the god who fights under the shield's guard. ↗

— Homer

#iliad #forgiveness

Want some help with help with that stick in your ass, love?" "No. It's quite comfortable, thank you." "It should be. It's been in there for years." Nix winked at Will. "I hope you'll forgive my wife. She's a bit antisocial." "And water's a bit wet. ↗

— S.W. Vaughn

#forgiveness

Mother, you can still hold hold on but forgive, forgive and give for long as long as we both shall live, I forgive you, Mother. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#love #motherhood #forgiveness

there has to be an ending to this fall, because its about time i started to live. through the pain and suffering i shall crush this wall, and start anew i shall forgive. You are now gone and ill have to face, the crushing void and that empty space. ↗

— Damian Anderson

#life #love #forgiveness

She died." I had to prompt him. "Soon after?" "In the early hours of February the nineteenth, 1916." I tried to see the expression on his face, but it was too dark. "There was a typhoid epidemic. She was working in a hospital." "Poor girl." "All past. All under the sea." "You make it seem present." "I do not wish to make you sad." "The scent of lilac." "Old man's sentiment. Forgive me." There was a silence between us. He was staring into the night. The bat flitted so low that I saw its silhouette for a brief moment against the Milky Way. "Is this why you never married?" "The dead live." The blackness of the trees. I listened for footsteps, but none came. A suspension. "How do they live?" And yet again he let the silence come, as if the silence would answer my questions better than he could himself; but just when I had decided he would not answer, he spoke. "By love. ↗

— John Fowles

#forgiveness

You are helpful, and you are loved, and you are forgiven, and you are not alone. ↗

— John Green

#inspirational #loneliness #love #forgiveness

Ronan woke up the following morning with a terrible hangover and a huge sense of regret. He had hurt the woman he loves most in the world and he knew Katie was very strong willed and didn’t forgive easily. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #forgiveness

When we touch...our gods lay down their weapons and I can forgive every trespass... ↗

— Katie Waitman

#love #power-of-love #forgiveness

I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what happens when the beloved child doesn't say she's sorry? The parable doesn't talk about that. Jesus figures of course you're sorry. Jesus, I thought, you blew it. Not everybody is sorry. ↗

— Caroline B. Cooney

#children #forgiveness #forgiveness