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"Now here's a good one:you're lying on your deathbed.You have one hour to live.Who is it, exactly, you have neededall these years to forgive?"
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"Let go of offence. Let go of fear. Let go of revenge. Don't live angry, let go now!"
"Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another."
"To forgive is to refuse to contaminate the future with the errors of the past."
"Forgiveness is the remission of sins. For it is by this that what has been lost, and was found, is saved from being lost again."
"The best way to forgive someone is to enter into their sufferings ..."
"Is there in the whole world a being who would have the right to forgive and could forgive? I don't want harmony. From love for humanity I don't want it. I would rather be left with the unavenged suffering."
"Dear God, please take the stains off my heart. If there's even an ounce of pain I feel that someone caused me in the past, I ask that you wash it away. Give me strength, show me forgiveness is the healthiest option for me, and set me free. I pray you give me peace today and every day, allowing me to totally leave my past behind. In Jesus's name, I pray, amen."
"A sincere and warmly-expressed apology can produce the same effects as morphine on a suffering soul."
"If the other person injures you you may forget the injury but if you injure him you will always remember."
"He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can't know better until knowing better is useless."
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"All Armand's life Honor had lived in light. Unchallenged .Armand put out his hand, and touched the door. The last room, the last door [in the longhouse]. The last territory to explore didn't hold monstrous hate or bitterness or rancid resentments. It held love. Blinding, beautiful love."
"She put her hands together and Saul hoped she wasn't about to say-'Namaste,' said CC, bowing. 'He taught me that. Very spiritual.'She said 'spiritual' so often it had become meaningless to Saul.'He said, CC Das, you have a great spiritual gift. You must leave this place and share it with the world. You must tell people to be calm.'As she spoke Saul mouthed the words, lip-synching to the familiar tune.'CC Das, he said, you above all others know that when the chakras are in alignment all is white. And when all is white, all is right.'Saul wondered whether she was confusing an Indian mystic with a KKK member. Ironic, really, if she was."
"Homes, Gamache knew, were a self portrait. A person's choice of color, furnishing, pictures, every touch revealed the individual. God, or the devil, was in the details. And so was the human. Was it dirty, messy, obsessively clean? Were the decorations chosen to impress, or were they a hodgepodge of personal history? Was the space cluttered or clear? He felt a thrill every time he entered a home during an investigation."
"They spoke in semaphore, all punctuation unnecessary.'You?'Great.They'd trimmed the language to its essentials. Before long it would just be consonants. Then silence."
"After more than a thousand years,' he continued, 'an enemy finally broke through. Not because of superior firepower. Not because the Manchus were better fighters or strategists. They weren't. The Manchus breached the Great Wall and took Beijing because someone opened a gate. From the inside. As simple as that. A general, a traitor, let them in and an empire fell."
"They were home. He always felt a bit like a snail, but instead of carrying his home on his back, he carried it in his arms."
"That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad."
"I saw a lot of men die there. Most men. Do you know what killed them? Despair, said Finney. 'They believed themselves to be prisoners. I lived with those men, ate the same maggot-infested food, slept in the same beds, did the same back-breaking work. But they died and I lived. Do you know why? 'You were free. 'I was free. Milton was right the mind is its own place. I was never a prisoner. Not then, not now."
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