Words matter. These are the best Forgive Me Quotes from famous people such as George William Russell, Jack Abramoff, Harold Prince, Simon Cowell, Spike Jonze, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Forgive me, Spirit of my spirit, for this, that I have found it easier to read the mystery told in tears and understood Thee better in sorrow than in joy.
I am much chastened and profoundly remorseful. I can only hope that the Almighty and those whom I have wronged will forgive me my trespasses.
Throwing money at something doesn’t really create – forgive me that onerous word – art.
I have always hated celebrities lecturing people on politics. So forgive me. But I am passionate about this country. I am equally passionate about the potential of the people who live here.
I’m a little slow, so forgive me if I’m inarticulate.
I can play really terrible human beings, and I seem to have a quality that people can, if not necessarily forgive me those sins, at least cut me some slack.
God forgive me if I do wrong in following with ardor the strongest instincts of my nature.
You have to forgive me because I have a habit of not winning things.
God will forgive me. It’s his job.
I shall be an autocrat: that’s my trade. And the good Lord will forgive me: that’s his.
I hope that people learn from my mistake and I hope that the fans forgive me.
God will forgive me; that’s his business.
I have the strength from my mother, the survivability. I have wonderful qualities from my mother – but please, Mother, forgive me – I heard judgment constantly about my father.
Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.
If I have committed any culinary atrocities, please forgive me.
May God forgive me, but the letters of the alphabet frighten me terribly. They are sly, shameless demons – and dangerous! You open the inkwell, release them; they run off – and how will you ever get control of them again!
If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.
My mother’s face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me.
Of course God will forgive me; that’s His job.
I grabbed my mom and I went to the couch and I said, ‘Mom I want to ask Jesus to come into my heart.’ And I got on my knee and I asked Jesus to come into my heart, forgive me of my sins, and make me a child of God.
Forgive me for not writing but this man is exhausting.
Forgive me, but Wolfmother, you suck!
Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
My mother was suffering every day of her life, and what right did I have to be happy if she was suffering? So whenever I got happy about something, I felt the need to cut it off, and the only way to cut it off was to pray. ‘Forgive me Lord.’ For what, I didn’t know.
I never was deeply interested in any object; I never prayed sincerely and earnestly for anything, but it came at some time – no matter how distant, in some way, in some shape, probably the last I should have devised, it came. And yet, I have always had so little faith. God forgive me.
