#given

I wonder if I'll ever forgive Evandar? I wonder even more if I should bother," Aderyn said. "Of course you should," Nevyn said wearily, "but for your own sake, not his. Hatred binds a man to what he hates, and I think me you need to be free of him. ↗

— Katharine Kerr

#forgiveness

Because I have forgiven my past, and God has forgiven my past, no person on earth can make me denounce my past. It's what made me who I am today. ↗

— Julie-Anne

#god #god-s-grace #past #forgiveness

I was taught that you can’t expect to be forgiven when you continuously commit the same sin over and over again. ↗

— J.B. McGee

#forgiven #forgiveness #j-b-mcgee #jb-mcgee #sinning

UP You wake up filled with dread. There seems no reason for it. Morning light sifts through the window, there is birdsong, you can't get out of bed. It's something about the crumpled sheets hanging over the edge like jungle foliage, the terry slippers gaping their dark pink mouths for your feet, the unseen breakfast--some of it in the refrigerator you do not dare to open--you will not dare to eat. What prevents you? The future. The future tense, immense as outer space. You could get lost there. No. Nothing so simple. The past, its density and drowned events pressing you down, like sea water, like gelatin filling your lungs instead of air. Forget all that and let's get up. Try moving your arm. Try moving your head. Pretend the house is on fire and you must run or burn. No, that one's useless. It's never worked before. Where is it coming form, this echo, this huge No that surrounds you, silent as the folds of the yellow curtains, mute as the cheerful Mexican bowl with its cargo of mummified flowers? (You chose the colours of the sun, not the dried neutrals of shadow. God knows you've tried.) Now here's a good one: you're lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive? ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#fear #forgiveness #future #life #past

It is only when the mind is free from the old that it meets everything anew, and in that there is joy. ↗

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

#inspirational #joy #new #past #forgiveness

How the hell did people do this, this emotion-and-forgiveness thing? How did they stand these feelings? She could barely handle it and she had lovely, necessary, reason-for-living drugs to smooth over the rough spots. How did people do this shit sober? ↗

— Stacia Kane

#forgiveness

I loved and adored you, but I drained you like a thirsty man at a spring. I loved what you could give me - your admiration, your acceptance, your love, your forgiveness. I forgot to love you for yourself. ↗

— Jennifer Ashley

#forgiveness #love #forgiveness

Pounce had it easier than any of us. No one noticed a black cat in the street. He stopped here and there to sniff aught of interest. Wherever our Rat stopped, Pounce was there, close enough to see up the Rat's nose. I was so proud. Now there was a proper god, making himself useful! Since my thought might be deemed blasphemy, I said silent prayers to the Goddess and to Mithros. I begged forgiveness and asked them not to misunderstand. Since I wasn't blasted where I stood, I guess they forgave me, or they hadn't heard my blasphemy. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#gods #prayer #forgiveness

…she eventually forgave him, because she understood him. ↗

— Whitney Otto

#understanding #forgiveness

In marriage, each partner is to be an encourager rather than a critic; a forgiver rather than a collector of hurts; an enabler rather than a reformer. ↗

— H. Norman Wright

#marriage #relationships #forgiveness