When life energy is consciously used to love, we become love. Use this energy for forgiveness and we forgive and so forth.
Sometimes you hold on to what's left, Sometimes you let go to start afresh.
Forgiveness is the four leafed clover of life.
Forgiveness brings about miracles. Forgiveness helps us understand others like a lamp that illuminates our hearts, enabling us to let go of resentment, vengeance and jealousy.
But if you forgive someone for something they did to you, it doesn’t mean you agree with what they did or believe it was right. Forgiving that person means you have chosen not to dwell on the matter anymore; you have moved on with your life.
You can turn every ugly and damaging drama into a genuine blessing by seeing it differently. No one is suffering on purpose. We learn to give up the pleasure we feel in self-righteously blaming others. Healing happens when we see things differently. The question is: do you want suffering or peace? It's that simple.
Every grievance you hold hides a little more of the light of the world from your eyes until the darkness becomes overwhelming. Everything you forgive restores that light. So ask yourself, who is it that you are really hurting?
You are not a victim of the events that have happened, or to the person or people who have caused you pain. Do you know how I know this to be a fact? Because you and I are still standing, breathing and fighting
Forgiveness is a personal process that doesn’t depend on us having direct contact with the people who have hurt us.
The beauty of death is that everyone will get to face the truth then. We will be released then. There will be justice then. There will be forgiveness then. There will be love then. Until then...
Love is better than vengeance.
Compassion forgives, anger remembers, grief regrets, love forgets.
Compassion forgives, grief regrets, anger remembers, love forgets.
The more you love, the more you forgive. The more you forgive, the more you forget. The more you forget, the more you serve!
For all their jokes and quirks and frustrating mannerisms, he loved them. It was what family was about—forgiving each other’s transgressions, showing remorse for things done wrong, and above all, accepting one another even with their imperfections.