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[S]ome sins are forgiven in this world, and some other may be pardoned in the next: for that which is denied concerning one sin, is consequently understood to be granted touching some other.

Sometimes all you need is to forgive yourself.

Something was stirring in him, though; a bud of comprehension that could very well bloom into forgiveness if left unchecked.

Somethings wont make sense, no matter how you view it, no matter the years that have passed, no matter the experiences that have shaped you and with certainty you will lose your mind trying to understand it. Those chapters are the ones we never read out loud, proof that monsters do exist, the villians disguised as angels with broken wings. The ones who have come to awaken the souls core, handing out more nightmares then daydreams. But please know this, if it hurt so deeply, its because it mattered and when something matters it changes you. For better or worse, life will always go on, with or without you - thats the harshest truth there is, and time my dear, will cure all open wounds but only death will heal some deep scars.

Sometimes Edith came into the room and sat on the bed beside him and they talked. They talked of trivial things—of people they knew casually, of a new building going up on the campus, of an old one torn down; but what they said did not seem to matter. A new tranquility had come between them. It was a quietness that was like the beginning of love; and almost without thinking, Stoner knew why it had come. They had forgiven themselves for the harm they had done each other, and they were rapt in a regard of what their life together might have been. Almost without regret he looked at her now; in the soft light of late afternoon her face seemed young and unlined. If I had been stronger, he thought; if I had known more; if I could have understood. And finally, mercilessly, he thought: if I had loved her more. As if it were a long distance it had to go, his hand moved across the sheet that covered him and touched her hand. She did not move; and after a while he drifted into a kind of sleep.

Sometimes a person needs to hear you forgive them so they can start to forgive themselves.

sometimes forgiving someone it's not because he's really sorry and deserved it, but because we were worthy of tranquility.

Sometimes even a "Yes" can be fatal for our Souls

Sometimes it's too heavy to give a second chance.

Sometimes people need to know they could be forgiven to have the strength to change.

Sometimes life is like living in a chamber of Liquid Oxygen. Liquid don't allow you to live and Oxygen don't let you die.

Sometimes people aren't hating on you. Because they feel a certain way about themselves, they just don't know how to be happy for you.

Sometimes the hardest thing is admitting you were wrong. It’s hard to say you need to be forgiven.

Sometimes the Lord must bring the body low before Raising the Spirit ever higher.

Sometimes... the first step to forgiveness is realizing that the other person... is batshit crazy.

Sometimes the smallest things are so damn unforgivable. Maybe because they aren't small—they only seem that way to someone else. You never know what someone holds scared until it's too late.

Sometimes we can focus so much on nothing that we make it a big something of nothing

Sometimes we are very convinced that what we went through needs to be re-lived so we end up going back and forth to the demons of the past and eventually we fail to get over them.

Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers.

Sometimes you have to fight for the past and sometimes you have to let go.

Sorrow and guilt eat away at my heart. Forgive me, before they devour my soul too.

So we sat down together and talked for two and a half hours. It was just extraordinary. Because I'm very death, I was sitting very close to him. He was unshackled. When it got time for us to leave, he stood up, and I did, too. And it seemed the most natural thing in the world that we had our arms around one another. It was an unbelievable moment, that I could have the arms around the man who murdered my daughter. I think forgiveness is possible, even for the worst among us. And I do believe we all need forgiveness, God Knows.

So what does forgiveness really do for you? Is it even a real thing? Or is it something humans just made up to make ourselves feel better? Or is it like the concept of time, something that actually exists, but our little brains can't really comprehend it, so we just measure it and give the pieces names until we've dumbed it down for ourselves?

Speak with silence, listen with heart, and forgive with kindness.

Speak graciously to young men as you would to your brothers.

Spiritual growth is like climbing the cold and shadowed side of a mountain, our energy is most exhausted at the very point when we have climbed the highest and have the furthest to fall, however, the weariness and the chance of falling are required if we are to ever truly know the embrace of the warm and perfected Light that awaits us at the peak.

...spoken confession releases us into forgiveness. Speaking enacts the attitude of repentance that is the precondition of healing and restoration. Like the naming of God's attributes and promises in praise, the particularity and specificity of what is named accounts for much of the psychological efficacy of confession.

Stages of becoming a forgiving person In the first stage of becoming a forgiving person, people experience a loss in their life, feel angry or hurt, and tend to justify their negative emotions. At this stage of forgiveness you are filled with self-justified anger or hurt. At the second stage you choose forgiveness once in order to hurt less. At the third stage you choose it daily to hurt less. At the forth stage you become forgiving so your choice is already made.

Standing there shuffling the memories on the counter, I remember what I sometimes forget. Forgiveness. Compassion. Gratitude. Three roads leading to being here now, where we can give the next moment a chance to exist without prejudice, so we can love what’s here, while it’s still here: each other, ourselves, our freedom." - excerpt from FOR THE SENDER: Love Letters from Vietnam

Stick with it in faith my friend, Don't Quit! Help is being sent of God, and will appear at the very moment you are truly prepared and ready to receive it. Of this fact each of us can truly testify, if being truly honest in the examining of the past Experiences of our Lives :-) The mere fact that I have breath to say these words, and you have energy to read them, is absolute proof that our Loving Heavenly Father has provided our every need, in every moment from the very beginning of this life. Definitely not every worldly want, but EVERY need. And that being the undeniable fact, why in Faith, would there be even the slightest worry for the moments yet to come in this life. God has never and never will abandon us in our needs!

Start wherever you are! Low hanging fruit really tastes as good as the high stuff.

Stop beating yourself up over the past.

Still the dream persists, suppressed but always there, that somehow by some miraculous effort of the heart what was done could be undone. What form would such atonement take that would turn back time and bring the dead to life? None. None possible, not in the real world. And yet in my imaginings I can clearly see this cleansed new creature steaming up out of myself like a proselyte rising drenched from the baptismal river amid glad cries.

Stop explaining to others, people will only understand from their level of discernment.

Step ahead immediately and do what you have to do before it's too late.

Still hurting so much today from what my prior Pastor and 19 church board did to me last year, and I really want to get past that. I want and need to forgive them, to move on with my life and look forward, forget the past.

Stop dwelling and wishing they'd see the light and treat you better. Instead, forgive yourself for keeping low standards, and love yourself enough to raise them.

Stop telling people to reconcile, when you have no idea what it took for them to break free.

Stop saying hurt.’ She turned on him; the wounded animal finally breaking free. ‘You fall over on the pavement, that hurts; you stub your toe, that hurts; you trap your finger in a car door, shit, that hurts. You did not hurt me. James. It was like you took a razor and pressed down hard in the tenderest place.

Suffering is part of this life only until one realizes that it does not need to be, at that point all suffering ends.

Strong people don't put others down. They lift them up and slam them on the ground for maximum damage.

Subject and object are not separate—so-called objective reality is projected by our subjective Consciousness.

(Summarized) Forgiveness is a choice that presents itself to us in the form of three critical questions: 1) Can I give up the hope of a better past? 2) What is the day, the hour, the now - when I fulfill the promise to myself to let it go? 3) How will I integrate what's happened into who I choose to become in the future?

Sure we all need money but what do you really focus on? It is a matter of the heart. If your thoughts are on material and worldly things, no good fruits can come out of it. Seek the kingdom of God first and the other things shall be added unto you not vice versa.

Support is not always easy to come by if you wait for the world to see your worth. Discover your own worth and the world will indeed follow your lead. Its the law of cause and effect! It has to happen. Support yourself.

Suspense, murder, revenge, scandal; a delicious cocktail party.

Susan says forgiveness is just a philosophical construction anyway, a con put in place by those in power against those who have no power, so that the responsibility of coming to terms with bad shit keeps falling on the latter.

Sweet forgiveness!!

Sweet Evelyn, I think, I should have loved you better. Possessing perfect knowledge I hover above him as he hacks me to bits. I see his rough childhood. I see his mother doing something horrid to him with a broomstick. I see the hate in his heart and the people he had yet to kill before pneumonia gets him at eighty-three. I see the dead kid's mom unable to sleep, pounding her fists against her face in grief at the moment I was burying her son's hand. I see the pain I've caused. I see the man I could have been, and the man I was, and then everything is bright and new and keen with love and I sweep through Sam's body, trying to change him, trying so hard, and feeling only hate and hate, solid as stone.

Take lightly what you hear about individuals. We need not distort trust for our paltry little political agendas. We tend to trust soulless, carried information more than we trust soulful human beings; but really most people aren't so bad once you sit down and have an honest, one-on-one conversation with them, once, with an open heart, you listen to their explanations as to why they act the way they act, or say what they say, or do what they do.