Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.
Forgiving others is easier when I remember that I’m human and stupid, too.
You need to learn to accept your flaws and forgive yourself.
—Susan Mallery in Two of a Kind
Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
One thing you will probably remember well is any time you forgive and forget.
What is forgiven is usually well remembered.
Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime; therefore we must be saved by hope. Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore we must be saved by love. No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as it is from our standpoint. Therefore we must be saved by the final form of love, which is forgiveness.
The meeting of a customer and a clerk across the service counter in a store is as significant as two leaders of nations meeting over a conference table in search of peace. If peace and understanding is possible, it must occur in the moment that is present. It can occur only when relationship is real and unconditional. Relationship begins with thoughtless awareness, an openness that sees and hears with humility, and a consideration that has already forgiven all things that the mind might present as a barrier to unity.
Forgiveness is the final form of love.
The trouble is that rich people, well-to-do people, very often don't really know who the poor are; and that is why we can forgive them, for knowledge can only lead to love, and love to service. And so, if they are not touched by the poor, it's because they do not know them.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.