For them an iota of forgiveness should not be given.
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My relationship with my father still troubles me because it never got resolved, and there was no closure. There was a lot of bitterness, but having written about it, I found that I was able to overcome that bitterness and look at the relationship anew.
Punisher is scary; he should be scary.
I forgive nothing. If you stole my orange crayon in the fifth grade, you're still on my hit list, buddy.
But I don't forget and I don't forgive.
Hell hath no fury like a Democrat scorned.
We Americans are hard on almost everything. We are hard on our vehicles, our marriages and our heroes. Mostly, however, we are hard on ourselves.
Sadness at being caught, at the incontrovertibe knowledge that she will never forgive you.
Yeah, I have animosity, a chip on my shoulder. But I love, too.
The stereotype of New Yorkers is that we're people who avoid warm human interaction, we're always in too much of a rush to enjoy simple things, and that we're just generally rude.
The value of holding a grudge. And to always refer to my father sarcastically as Mr. Wonderful.
When I am in the ring, all I think about is knocking my opponent's head off, getting him out of there. Hurting him. Putting pain to him. I will have no mercy. I will have no pity.
My mom to this day is the hardest coach I've ever had. There were times when my stepdad would look at me and say 'you had a good game' and my mom would be like 'I don't know what you're talking about, you had 2 or 3 turnovers.
You figure that time could heal all wounds, but some people just really hold a crazy grudge.
I'm usually a fairly harsh critic. It depends. I tend to really not watch my work, because I just feel uncomfortable, and I can be highly critical.
People are human. People have failings. It's unfortunate people want to keep piling on people's failings.
No compromise with the main purpose; no peace till victory; no pact with unrepentant wrong.
An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!
There can be an extremist idea of purity. It's so easy to fall afoul of the ridiculously high standard set there.
She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.
There is a chip on my shoulder, both shoulders, yes sir.
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
Whoever has witnessed another's ideal becomes his inexorable judge and as it were his evil conscience.
I am forced to say that I have many fiercer critics than myself.
When I don't play well, nobody needs to say anything to me. I beat myself up.