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Happiness is the condition of who we are and how we think and what we believe and how we live.

Happiness is not giddiness or some overly inflated sense of being.

Happiness is something that happy people are always looking to increase or amplify, while those lacking it are always trying to find.

Happiness is spiritual, born of truth and love.

Happiness is long-lasting, a condition of the soul, the foundation on which the circumstances of life are experienced, endured, or enjoyed.

Has anyone angered or hurt you lately? Perhaps they are suffering themselves. Have you seen or partaken in unspeakable harms, and inconceivable hurts? Perhaps, forgiving oneself is essential in our life in grace. Know you are loved and cherished beyond our earthly capacity, the failures in your own life is not a reflection of your value and worth, but that grace qualifies you... makes you whole and worthy. Cherished. A hidden treasure.

Hate may have its hour, but love will have its day.

Hate and resentment are learned behaviors whose origin is traced to an evolved mental state that’s driving us to achieve some sort of goal. Ultimately they are about seeking a particular outcome. Here's the thing: so is love and forgiveness.

Hate destroys a bridge but forgiveness rebuilds it.

Hatred is exhausting. You must constantly remind yourself why you hate someone and waste needless energy to keep hating them. Forgiveness; you only need to do it once!

Hatred is the darkest room in your house. You locked it from the outside with the keys of resentment. Don’t live in there my dear! Break the door with the hammer of forgiveness. Come out, come out and bathe in the light of love.

Have compassion and forgive the mistakes of others. If you cannot forgive ignore but never hate them, because hatred will always lead to destruction.

Have and show motivation to do and learn. That's the key for a good career. Everything else is an extrapolation of that.

Have you ever reached to a point where you asked God if the assignment is really from Him. In your account you have just 100 dollars and He is asking you to execute a 400 million dollar project. Have you reached to the point that you consider going further will make no sense? Have you reached the point where you asked God are you sure you are still with me? I just found myself in that Junction now. Turning back ....to realise I have gone too far for Him to forsake me. Moving forward I heard the voice saying ...be still and know that I am your God. Giving up.....Couldn't find it in my dictionary. Moral of the lesson. God cannot give you an assignment that is equal to your pocket. If it suits your pocket it is definitely not from God. Remember God will not take glory where nothing happen.

Have you ever done something really bad?' said Aaron. ... 'Um...' I said...'You do know who you're talking to, right? I don't think I've ever done a thing that wasn't really bad.' 'No, I mean really bad. Something you can't forgive yourself for. You want to forgive yourself for it, and you need to forgive yourself for it...but you just can't.

Have you ever had a dream that you were certain was real, only to wake up and realize that everyone and everything in the dream was really you? Well this is how many mystics describe the nature of our reality, as a dream in which we think we are individual personalities existing in the physical universe. But eventually, like in all dreams, we will wake up. Except in this dream we do not wake up to realize we are still in the world, we awake from the world to realize that we are God.

Have you ever made a decision that sounded good at the time but then led to unanticipated results?

Having no need to judge, control, react, so forgiveness does not even arise.

He arches his back because when you forgive, the body says, "Thank God.

Heaven or Hell has ALWAYS been a choice one makes, and has never been a place one goes.

Heavens, chile, you gonna wake up awright. To a brand new day. 'Cos de Lawd use de nighttime to wash de day clean!"... Another beloved term left over from her childhood, signaling the time just before dawn, when the sun first begins to stir, chasing night clouds away and painting the glory of eternal rays all over the darkened canvas of the sky. A time of hope and forgiveness.

He’d meant to forgive his brother, maybe even imagined he had. He’d also meant to learn to trust him, but instead merely fell into the habit of waiting for him to fuck up again.

He doesn’t want to meet me, doens’t want to forgive me. He must really hate me so much to refuse to see me this last time…He must not even hate me at all. He just feels unconcerned and doesn’t care. -Ruo Xi

He forgives without any strings attached.

He imagined forgiveness was like flying, that it made you soar. He imagined that it looked like an eagle, a silver bolt in the sky, that it was pure light.

He has wronged me grievously. It is a dreadful thing to me, and more dreadful still to him, that he should have done it. He has hurt me, but he has nearly killed himself.

He is the God who loved you so much that His Son stripped Himself of all heavenly glory to live as an impoverished Jewish carpenter so He could shed His blood, suffer, and die for the forgiveness of our sins.

Hell is a place reserved for people who want their enemies to rot in Hell for sinning against them. Heaven is a place of amnesty; where the trespassers have forgiven their trespassers.

He nods, looking through the pictures on the screen on the back of his camera. Some relationships can only exist as memories. But unlike ephemeral digital images that can be sorted and deleted, we can’t erase the past. We have to learn to live with all the images that are stored in love's archive, memories tagged good and bad. No Photoshopping. Accept the negative before moving forward.

Here is a brief test to help you determine whether the story you have been telling to yourself and others is a grievance story. 1. Have you told your story more than twice to the same person? 2. Do you replay the events that happened more than two times in a day in your mind? 3. Do you find yourself speaking to the person who hurt you even when that person is not there? 4. Have you made a commitment to yourself to tell the story without upset and then found yourself unexpectedly agitated? 5. is the person who hurt you the central character of your story? 6. When you tell this story, does it remind you of other painful things that have happened to your? 7. Does your story focus primarily on your pain and what you have lost? 8. in your story is there a villain? 9. Have you made a commitment to yourself to not tell your story and and then broken you vow? 10. Do you look for other people with similar problems to tell you story to? 11. Has your story stared the same over time? 12. Have you checked the details of your story for accuracy?

He said, 'I forgive you, Pa." And he said those words because he sensed that it was the only way to save his own heart, to stop it from breaking in two. Despereaux, reader, spoke those words to save himself.

Her face crumpled and he felt her pain as if it were his own. He wanted to take it back, but just like that memory, it was always going to be there. She worked to get control over her features, then said, “I’m sorry I didn’t defend you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell them you were my guest.” Jem hadn’t thought he cared anymore, not really, but her words were tugging loose the hard, painful knot in his chest. “It’s okay.” She shook her head. “It’s not. It wasn’t.” He reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand. He didn’t know what else to say and all he wanted was to touch her skin, let her know that he wasn’t that boy anymore and that she wasn’t that girl.

Her voice became vibrant and raw, veined with passion. "You can never go back to the past. You can't heal their wounds or your own. Even God will not do this for you," and this was a bit controversial with her audience, but she believed she had proof: "Jesus himself was not healed--he came back from the dead with the wounds still in his hands and his body. He came back changed, but not healed. Saying 'I'm sorry' is saying that you will be different from now on. Your identity stretches to accomodate this thing you did to them. And in this way a relationship is formed between the person you have hurt and yourself.

Her face crumpled and he felt her pain as if it was his own. He wanted to take it back, but just like that memory, it was always going to be there. She worked to get control over her features, then said, “I’m sorry I didn’t defend you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell them you were my guest.” Jem hadn’t thought he cared anymore, not really, but her words were tugging loose the hard, painful knot in his chest. “It’s okay.” She shook her head. “It’s not. It wasn’t.” He reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand. He didn’t know what else to say and all he wanted was to touch her skin, let her know that he wasn’t that boy anymore and that she wasn’t that girl.

He's come a long way, but he's still never accepted that he's forgiven.

He that deserves to be slapped, should not be let go with a scolding.

He suddenly felt that the very thing that had once been the source of his suffering had become the source of his spiritual joy, that what had seemed insoluble when he condemned, reproached and hated, became simple and clear when he forgave and loved.

He was a product of a culture where it was generally counterproductive to hold grudges.

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.

He was gone and 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.

He was not thinking that the Christian law which he had wanted to follow all his life prescribed that he forgive and love his enemies; but the joyful feeling of love and forgiveness of his enemies filled his soul.

He who forgives his neighbor over and over again will be blessed over and over again.

He who possesses forgiveness is able to enjoy true happiness.

How can I seek forgiveness for sins I haven't committed yet?

Higher states of consciousness correlate strongly with attributes like compassion, forgiveness, generosity and kindness. The more one is self-aware and other-aware, and the greater one's connection with the spiritual, the more likely one will be a force for good in our world.

How can I judge?" she said at last. "To me, he is a hero. To the world a monster." She let her head fall into her arms and started crying quietly. "I miss him! Curse him! I miss him!" Mithorden put a hand on her shoulder and let her cry for a few minutes. A sad smile slowly spread across his face. "I'm glad you can forgive him," he said at last. Luthiel lifted her head. "How do you know?" Because you miss him.

How can adults expect forgiveness of children?It is an adult emotion. It is not a child's natural instinct to make compromises on behalf of a parent.

How can a God who said, “Love your enemies” spend so much time killing His own?

How could a woman who had an abortion not feel guilt or some sense of remorse? How could she justify what she'd done? Whom else could she blame when everyone was telling her it's her choice? Without facing the truth and confessing it, how could she be forgiven Who could she be restored? How could she be free?

How do you forgive those who’ve betrayed you? Move on from the hurt they caused? Does forgiving mean you’ve given them a pass?... Forgiveness is tricky; I’ve often felt like I can’t… But if you don’t… you’re trapped.