We attach our feelings to the moment when we were hurt, endowing it with immortality. And we let it assault us every time it comes to mind. It travels with us, sleeps with us, hovers over us while we make love, and broods over us while we die. Our hate does not even have the decency to die when those we hate die-for it is a parasite sucking OUR blood, not theirs. There is only one remedy for it. [forgiveness]

The God who has the whole world in his hands has grace for the whole world in his heart.

To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.

Self control is about being in charge of the direction our lives are taking. Now for the paradox: We get control of our lives, ultimately, not by will power but by surrender.

It takes one person to forgive, it takes two people to be reunited.

My wife has lived with at least five different men since we were wed - and each of the five has been me.

The longer we hate, the harder it is to heal us.