…when you hate someone so much, a part of you wants desperately to forgive them. But you can’t decide if it’s because you really want, or if you just want to stop hating. I still don’t know if forgiveness is generous or selfish. Maybe both.
The question isn’t whether the world is perfect.
The real question to consider is: If it were, would you still be in it?
There’s a correlation between the number of digits on a man’s bank balance, and, the number of things that his woman is willing to forgive him for.
It is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things … I would have to make a list, a very, very long list and make sure I hated the people on it the right amount … No … we always have a choice. All of us.” (p. 323)
He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.’s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.
Sometimes all you need is to forgive yourself.
In the end it will be your “Actions
If we really want to learn how to forgive, perhaps we had better start with something easier than the Gestapo.
You invoke a new future
when you envision your past
in the light of your present.
Every person has his secret; in reverie, unbeknown to others, he finds peace, freedom, sorrow and love.