Quotes about Forgiveness
Go, poor devil, get thee gone! Why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.
— Laurence Sterne
Only the brave know how to forgive…. A coward never forgave; it is not in his nature.
— Laurence Sterne
Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, a touch that never hurts.
— Charles Dickens
I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that - as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time.
— Charles Dickens
But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round...as a good time a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.
— Charles Dickens
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tries, and a touch that never hurts.
— Charles Dickens
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
— Charles Dickens
Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces — and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper — love her, love her, love her!
— Charles Dickens
No space of regret can make amends for one life's opportunity misused
— Charles Dickens
I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
— Charles Dickens
Take the pencil and write under my name, 'I forgive her.
— Charles Dickens
Be guided, only by the healer of the sick, the raiser of the dead, the friend of all who were afflicted and forlorn, the patient Master who shed tears of compassion for our infirmities. We cannot but be right if we put all the rest away, and do everything in remembrance of Him. There is no vengeance and no infliction of suffering in His life, I am sure. There can be no confusion in following Him, and seeking for no other footsteps, I am certain!
— Charles Dickens