#love

We are told that people stay in love because of chemistry, or because they remain intrigued with each other, because of many kindnesses, because of luck. But part of it has got to be forgiveness and gratefulness. ↗

— Ellen Goodman

#gratefulness #love #forgiveness

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#grief #jellicoe-road #love #melina-marchetta #family

What I cannot love, I overlook. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#love #sanity #forgiveness

To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless. ↗

— Gilbert K. Chesterton

#everything #faith #forgive #hope #hopeless

You must learn to forgive a man when he's in love. He's always a nuisance. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#love #forgiveness

You love them, even though they're gone. In order to love you need to live, if you give up on life you can no longer love. You'd no longer have the capability to love them. ↗

— Nicole Sobon

#love #life

For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me. ↗

— William Blake

#forgiveness

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#forgiveness #love #pride #forgiveness

With friends, if you keep making an effort to reach out and you keep getting hurt, you eventually stop trying. But it's much harder to give up on family. Somewhere deep down you want it to work so badly that you keep making the same mistake over and over again. ↗

— Tori Spelling

#forgiveness #friends #love #family

What is it the I'll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn't yours to bestow. Only a listener, perhaps; only someone who will see me. Don't prettify me though, whatever else you do: I have no wish to be a decorated skull. But I leave myself in your hands. What choice do I have? By the time you read this last page, that- if anywhere- is the only place I will be. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#last-page #love #the-threshold #forgiveness