#ene

People in general would rather die than forgive. It's THAT hard. If God said in plain language. "I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die," a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#inspirational #motivational #forgiveness

Anyone can fall in love, but only those who love generously can feel the pain through love as "purifying fire"... ↗

— Emma Brynstein

#fire #generous #love #pure #love

But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love, hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood, consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...] His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling-- no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none. ↗

— Virgil

#greek #myth #mythology #the-aeneid #trojan

There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love. ↗

— Jessica Fortunato

#enemies #hate #human #immortal #love

Fear is the greatest enemy; the father of all suffering, and love is the only cure for humanity's great afflictions ↗

— Bryant McGill

#fear #love #respect #love

They roar with Dharma-thunder; They strike the Dharma-drum; They spread clouds of love, and pour ambrosial rain. Their giant footsteps nourish limitless beings; Sravaka, Pratyeka, Bodhisattva--all are enlightened; Five kinds of human nature all are emancipated. ↗

— Yoka Genkaku

#maruts #path #storm #love

You can forgive a young cunt anything. A young cunt doesn't have to have brains. They're better without brains. But an old cunt, even if she's brilliant, even if she's the most charming woman in the world, nothing makes any difference. A young cunt is an investment; an old cunt is a dead loss. All they can do for you is buy you things. But that doesn't put meat on their arms or juice between their legs. ↗

— Henry Miller

#cunts #females #women #forgiveness

A Short Testament Whatever harm I may have done In all my life in all your wide creation If I cannot repair it I beg you to repair it, And then there are all the wounded The poor the deaf the lonely and the old Whom I have roughly dismissed As if I were not one of them. Where I have wronged them by it And cannot make amends I ask you To comfort them to overflowing, And where there are lives I may have withered around me, Or lives of strangers far or near That I've destroyed in blind complicity, And if I cannot find them Or have no way to serve them, Remember them. I beg you to remember them When winter is over And all your unimaginable promises Burst into song on death's bare branches. ↗

— Anne Porter

#god #life #poetry #death

I don't know what happened between the two of you. I don't know if it can be forgiven. The hardest thing always is to forgive yourself. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#lighthouse-keeper #mr-knaake #forgiveness

But when we are securely rooted in personal intimacy with the source of life, it will be possible to remain flexible but not relativistic, convinced without being rigid, willing to confront without being offensive, gentle and forgiving without being soft and true witnesses without being manipulative. ↗

— Brennan Manning

#manning #forgiveness