William Penn (1644–1718) English real estate entrepreneur, philosopher, early Quaker and founder of the Province of Pennsylvania
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Fruits of Solitude (1682), Part I
Source: The Children's Hour
William Penn (1644–1718) English real estate entrepreneur, philosopher, early Quaker and founder of the Province of Pennsylvania
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Fruits of Solitude (1682), Part I
“Forgiveness is too easy. I can forget by indifference, but not forgive. I prefer revenge.”
Karl Lagerfeld (1933–2019) German fashion designer
“What we forgive too freely doesn’t stay forgiven.”
Mignon McLaughlin (1913–1983) American journalist
The Complete Neurotic's Notebook (1981), Unclassified
Sidney Poitier book The Measure of a Man: A Spiritual Autobiography
Source: The Measure of a Man: A Spiritual Autobiography
“Forgive me, Marie. I was suffering too much. I wanted to be done with it.”
Paul Bourget (1852–1935) French writer
Source: Andre Cornelis (1886), Ch. 13
Context: I seized the sheet of paper; the lines were written upon it in characters rather larger than usual. How it shook in my hand while I read these words: "Forgive me, Marie. I was suffering too much. I wanted to be done with it." And he had had the strength to affix his signature!
So then, his last thought had been for her. In the brief moments that had elapsed between my blow with the knife, and his death, he had perceived the dreadful truth, that I should be arrested, that I would speak to explain my deed, that my mother would then learn his crime — and he had saved me by compelling me to silence.
“There is a hard law. When an injury is done to us, we never recover until we forgive.”
Alan Paton (1903–1988) South African writer and activist
Barbara (singer) (1930–1997) French singer
Et tant pis pour ceux qui s'etonnent
Et que les autres me pardonnent
Mais les enfants ce sont les memes
A Paris ou a Gottingen.
Göttingen.
Song lyrics
Sarah Bernhardt (1844–1923) French actress
Source: My Double Life (1907), Ch. 33 <!-- p. 369 -->
Context: Life is short, even for those who live a long time, and we must live for the few who know and appreciate us, who judge and absolve us, and for whom we have the same affection and indulgence. The rest I look upon as a mere crowd, lively or sad, loyal or corrupt, from whom there is nothing to be expected but fleeting emotions, either pleasant or unpleasant, which leave no trace behind them. We ought to hate very rarely, as it is too fatiguing; remain indifferent to a great deal, forgive often and never forget.