#forgiveness

Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.

One must never do wrong in return, nor mistreat any human being, no matter what one has suffered at their hands.

Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.

We forgive so long as we love.

The brave alone can afford to be generous and forgiving.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

Forgiveness is the highest ornament of the brave.

The morning light does not inquire of your past before warming your face.

Drop the burden of past grudges and walk free.

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.

Forgive quickly and hold no resentment in your chest.

Forgive all who have wronged you; freedom from resentment is your greatest gift to yourself.

Forgiveness is the supreme medicine for a wounded heart.

The noble mind forgives mistakes but never compromises with malice.

Where there is mercy, there is righteousness. Where there is greed, there is sin. Where there is anger, there is death. Where there is forgiveness, there is God.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

To be wronged is nothing, unless you continue to remember it.

The mirror of the heart must be polished with the silk of forgiveness until it reflects the Divine face.

Even monkeys fall from trees.

Let the grievance flow away into the river.

One who knows their own nature harbors no bitter grudges toward others.

He who returns good for evil is like the sandalwood tree that perfumes the axe that wounds it.

Forgiveness is the supreme strength of the mighty, and the highest ornament of the peaceful.

Peace is costly and demands sacrifice, but it is infinitely cheaper than the bitter price of war.

The heart that forgives is a fragrant garden of blooming jasmine.

The heart that harbors bitterness is like a smokehouse with no chimney: it slowly chokes the inhabitant to death.

Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them.

Grace comes to forgive, and then forgive again.