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"But my grandmother wanted us to forgive her murderer."
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"I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one."

"The only sin God cannot forgive is the sin of rejecting Christ. Turn to Him in repentance and faith - and He will forgive."

"A strong gives forgiveness but weak gives permission."

"There's no reason to cry over spilled milk. People cannot change the things that have already happened."

"I only accept your mistakes and flaws to the degree that I accept my own."

"There is one thing God's love cannot do. It cannot forgive the unrepentant sinner."

"One who is injured ought not to return the injury, for on no account can it be right to do an injustice; and it is not right to return an injury, or to do evil to any man, however much we have suffered from him."

"The clipping said forgiveness meant that God is for giving, and that we are here for giving too, and that to withold love or blessings is to be completely delusional."

"To err is human; to forgive, divine."

"The beginning of forgiveness is often exhaustion. You're pooped, thank God."
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"That's how I do this life sometimes by making the ordinary just like magic and just like a card trick and just like a mirror and just like the disappearing. Every Indian learns how to be a magician and learns how to misdirect attention and the dark hand is always quicker than the white eye and no matter how close you get to my heart you will never find out my secrets and I'll never tell you and I'll never show you the same trick twice. I'm traveling heavy with illusions."


"He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing."


"What if someone picks on me?" I askedThen I'll pick on them".What if someone picks my nose?" I asked.The I'll pick your nose, too" Rowdy said."


"Everyone I have lost in the closing of a doorthe click of the lockis not forgotten, theydo not die but remainwithin the soft edgesof the earth, the ashof house fires and cancerin sin and forgivenesshuddled under old blanketsdreaming their way intomy hands, my heartclosing tight like fists."


"How much do we remember of what hurts us most? I've been thinking about pain, how each of us constructs our past to justify what we feel now. How each successive pain distorts the preceding."
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