Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Forgiveness really is so misunderstood, as well as the power it can release in an individual.

Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them.

Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.

Forgiveness is a funny thing. It warms the heart and cools the sting.

Without forgiveness life is governed by... an endless cycle of resentment and retaliation.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.