It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.
Dumbledore says people find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right.
People can be more forgiving than you can imagine. But you have to forgive yourself. Let go of what's bitter and move on.
It takes one person to forgive, it takes two people to be reunited.
It's toughest to forgive ourselves. So it's probably best to start with other people. It's almost like peeling an onion. Layer by layer, forgiving others, you really do get to the point where you can forgive yourself.
Courageous people do not fear forgiving, for the sake of peace.
Forgiveness does not mean condoning what has been done. It means taking what happened seriously...drawing out the sting in the memory that threatens our entire existence.
In forgiving, people are not being asked to forget. On the contrary, it is important to remember, so that we should not let such atrocities happen again. Forgiveness does not mean condoning what has been done. It means taking what happened seriously...drawing out the sting in the memory that threatens our entire existence.
I'd like to be more forgiving. There are times when I've had a hard time forgiving people who have betrayed me.
I know about forgiving people and loving them anyway, even after they hurt you.
We learn our lessons; we get hurt; we want revenge. Then we realize that actually, happiness and forgiving people is the best revenge.
Forgiving people are less likely to be hateful, depressed, hostile, anxious, angry, and neurotic.
None of us are perfect, and we all make mistakes. But the American people are a very forgiving people.
Thank God for the Italians, the most forgiving people of the world. And they sing so loud you can barely hear the music!
Part of forgiving people is releasing them from our own agendas.
I fear that we are living in a society, living in a world where forgiving people is becoming more and more difficult to do.
The kind of love my mum talks about is full of worry and work and forgiving people and putting up with things and stuff like that. It's not a lot of fun, that's for sure. If that really is love, the kind my mum talks about, then nobody can ever know if they love somebody, can they? It seems like what she's saying is, if you're pretty sure you love somebody, the way I was sure in those few weeks, then you can't love them, because that isn't what love is. Trying to understand what she means by love would do your head in.
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