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[...] during one train stop, I watched as another guard with a spirit of empathy, ran out into an apple orchard and picked apples. He carried his jacket like a bag and filled it with apples. The kind German came to our open train window and handed us each an apple. The juicy apple tasted so delicious. I so appreciated that apple and his unusual compassion. ↗

— Oliver Omanson

#food-shortage #nazis #prisoner-of-war #world-war-ii #food

The betrayal meant he couldn't trust her anymore, and his heart told him he couldn't forgive her. ↗

— James Dashner

#scorch #thomas #forgiveness

Never let someone who draws a line and say you can't cross it intimidate you. Don't be discouraged when someone says you can't do it. You might have been the only one sent to do it. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#cross-it #discourage #discouragement #do-it-again #don-t-be-afraid

Anytime you feel like you don't have any work to do, just look around. Look for what God had started doing and ask for his permission to assist him in doing it. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#arcbishop #ask #bishop #christ #clergy

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine. ↗

— Jane Austen

#forgiveness #injury #mortification #pride #forgiveness

Listen to me." He grabbed my arms, holding me there. " I couldn't find you. And I will never forgive myself for that. Ever. ↗

— Ally Carter

#gallagher-girls #out-of-sight-out-of-time #zach #forgiveness

You must forgive my Hunters if they do not welcome you," Artemis said. "It is very rare that we would have boys in this camp. Boys are usually forbidden to have any contact with the Hunters. The last one to see this camp…" She looked at Zoe. "Which one was it?" That boy in Colorado," Zoe said. "You turned him into a jackalope." Ah, yes." Artemis nodded, satisfied. "I enjoy making jackalopes. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#percy-jackson #zoe-nightshade #forgiveness

A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#home #like #more #mortals #novelist

Why?” he whispered as he leaned over her, supported on one arm. “Why must ye be the one that haunts me dreams? I’ve seen ye weepin’ night after bloody night since the day I sent ye from me palace with yer dress half undone. If I had it to do over again, I’d cut me own right hand off rather than hurt ye so. Will ye never be able to forgive me, Silence love?” “I already have,” she replied, cradling his cheek in her hand. “Long, long ago. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #dreams

I look in the mirror through the eyes of the child that was me. ↗

— Judy Collins

#forgiveness #growing #hope #learning #love