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1. "I was a little cross.I ask pardon. If I do get up a little temper I have no sufficient time to keep it up."
Author: Abraham Lincoln
2. "Here is Christianity with its marvellous parable of the Prodigal Son to teach us indulgence and pardon. Jesus was full of love for souls wounded by the passions of men; he loved to bind up their wounds and to find in those very wounds the balm which should heal them. Thus he said to the Magdalen: "Much shall be forgiven thee because thou hast loved much," a sublimity of pardon which can only have called forth a sublime faith.Why do we make ourselves more strict than Christ? Why, holding obstinately to the opinions of the world, which hardens itself in order that it may be thought strong, do we reject, as it rejects, souls bleeding at wounds by which, like a sick man's bad blood, the evil of their past may be healed, if only a friendly hand is stretched out to lave them and set them in the convalescence of the heart?"
Author: Alexandre Dumas Fils
3. "Sometimes we bring to a struggle or cause the gifts we see most clearly, a courage, a strength, or a charm others have told us we have. But often we find more is asked of us than that, more than we intended or thought we possessed. We are asked to offer that which we thought dearest, to forgive what seemed unpardonable, to face what we feared the most and endure it. Sometimes we have to travel to the last step a path that was not of our own choosing. But I promise you this ... it will lead to a greater joy in the end. The difficulty is that the end is beyond our sight, it is a matter of faith, not of knowledge."
Author: Anne Perry
4. "Je me tromperai enfin sur certains détails plus importants. Mais ça, il faudra me le pardonner. Mon ami ne donnait jamais d'explications. Il me croyait peut-être semblable à lui. Mais moi, malheureusement, je ne sais pas voir les moutons à travers les caisses. Je suis peut-être un peu comme les grandes personnes. J'ai dû vieillir."
Author: Antoine De Saint Exupéry
5. "No one expects Will Herondale to live past nineteen, and no one will be sorry to see him go, either -" That was too much for Tessa. Without thinking about it she burst out indignantly, "What a thing to say!" Gabriel, interrupted midrant, looked as shocked as if one of the tapestries had suddenly started talking. "Pardon me?" "You heard me. Telling someone you wouldn't be sorry if they died! It's inexcusable!" She took hold of Will by the sleeve. "Come along, Will. This - this person - obviously isn't worth wasting your time on." Will looked hugely entertained. "So true." ... Tessa frowned at Gabriel. "I think you owe Will an apology." "I," said Gabriel, "would rather have my entrails yanked out and tied in a knot in front of my own eyes than apologize to such a worm." "Goodness," said Jem mildly. "You can't mean that. Not the Will being a worm part, of course. The bit about the entrails. That sounds dreadful."
Author: Cassandra Clare
6. "Angélique Sookie, toi qui es la beauté et la grâce incarnées, pardonne-moi. Je suis accablé à l'idée que cette ménade malfaisante et démoniaque ait pu oser violenter ce corps parfait et voluptueux qui est le tien, dans l'intention de faire parvenir un message à mon indigne et misérable personne."
Author: Charlaine Harris
7. "Pardon the hurt others have caused you.What they did is past.What is bothering today are your current feelings that comes from this load.Let it go."
Author: Chetan Bhagat
8. "Well?""Well, what?" I waved a hand at the room."Start genuflecting. Let's see some knee action.""You're serious." I lifted my brows. He responded in kind, but finally nodded his head, then walked between the couches. He dropped to one knee, then held out his hands."I'm monumentally sorry for the pain and humiliation that I caused you and your—""Both knees." "Pardon?" "I'd prefer to see both knees on the ground. I mean, if you're going to grovel, be the best groveler you can, right?"
Author: Chloe Neill
9. "K, boys, it's shirts against skins. Lose ‘em," Lucy said, pointing to the guys and ignoring Thad."I beg your pardon?" Thad said, aghast."Why do we have to be skins?" Josh complained.Lucy looked at Erin and they both shrugged and grabbed the hems of their shirts, preparing to haul them over their heads."Whoa!" Sable said, covering his eyes immediately."Wait," Josh, Angelo, and Thad said at the same time."Hell, yeah," Blaze chimed in.The girls stopped right before they fully exposed their chest. "What? You guys act like none of you have ever seen a pair of boobs in a bra before. Josh saw mine a few hours ago and I know, for a fact, that three of you have seen hers outside the bra." Lucy looked pointedly at Thad, Blaze, and Angelo.Erin's head snapped in Josh's direction. "JOSH!" she screeched, accidentally letting loose a snap of electricity."
Author: Christine James
10. "To permit this gross new revelation to fade, or be forgiven, would be to devalue our most essential standard of what constitutes the unpardonable. And for what? For the reputation of a man who turns out to be not even a Holocaust denier but a Holocaust affirmer. There has to be a moral limit, and either this has to be it or we must cease pretending to ourselves that we observe one."
Author: Christopher Hitchens
11. "The woman raised her voice. "I said, what are you doing?"Tommy kept typing and looked up. "Pardon me, I was ignoring you. What did you say?""What are you doing?" She repeated."It's a note. Let me read it for you. 'Couldn't anyone else see that they were all slaves of Satan? I had to cleanse the world of their evil. I am the hand of God. Why else would security have let me into the building with an assault rifle in my suitcase? I am a divine instrument.' " Tommy paused and looked up. "That's all I have so far, but I'll guess I end it with an apology to my mom. What do you think?"She smiled as if hiding gas pains and handed him an envelope."
Author: Christopher Moore
12. "My name," said Mr. Fresh."Pardon?" Charlie stopped tying himself up."I dress in mint green because of my first name. It's Minty."Charlie completely forgot what he was worried about. "Minty? Your name is Minty Fresh?"Charlie appeared to be trying to stifle a sneeze, but then snorted an explosive laugh. Then ducked."
Author: Christopher Moore
13. "So, what's behind door number one?" Mary commented, bringing him out of his thoughts as the second air lock door opened. "Pardon?" "Oh, nothing. Game show reference, I make silly comments when I get nervous." He led the way in to the corridor, on either side glass windows looked over the flanking rooms but it was too dark to see anything. Valdagerion suddenly stopped, listening. Abruptly he pressed her flat against the wall, almost crushing her just as four armed Unseeile appeared around the curve in the corner, rifles aiming. Blue bursts of light and heat flew past them. "Shit." Mary squeaked. "I would have settled for the cuddly toy."
Author: D.M. Alexandra
14. "Amor, ch'al cor gentile ratto s'apprendeprese costui de la bella personache mi fu tolta; e 'l modo ancor m'offende.Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona,Mi prese del costui piacer sì forte,Che, come vedi, ancor non m'abbandona...""Love, which quickly arrests the gentle heart,Seized him with my beautiful formThat was taken from me, in a manner which still grieves me.Love, which pardons no beloved from loving,took me so strongly with delight in himThat, as you see, it still abandons me not..."
Author: Dante Alighieri
15. "Pardon me for breathing, which I never do any way so I don't know why I bother to say it, oh God, I'm so depressed."
Author: Douglas Adams
16. "A man does not learn very well, Mr. Robbins. Women, yes, because they are used to bending with whatever wind comes along. A woman, no matter the age, is always learning, always becoming. But a man, if you will pardon me, stops learning at fourteen or so. He shuts it all down, Mr. Robbins. A log is capable of learning more than a man. To teach a man would be a battle, a war, and I would lose."
Author: Edward P. Jones
17. "Pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall."
Author: Friedrich Nietzsche
18. "You are, however, surprisingly light of touch.""Pardon?""The way you're holding my hand. I always thought you'd be more of a mauler. Like a diseased wolf chewing the knuckles off me fist.""That's very nice.""Not really.""I was being sarcastic.""Oh. I see. Where are we?"
Author: G.A. Aiken
19. "For I hope my Friends will pardon me, when I declare, I know none of them without a Fault; and I should be sorry if I could imagine, I had any Friend who could not see mine. Forgiveness, of this Kind, we give and demand in Turn."
Author: Henry Fielding
20. "And here, shipmates, is true and faithful repentance; not clamorous for pardon, but grateful for punishment."
Author: Herman Melville
21. "Oh! very well," exclaimed Miss Bates, "then I need not be uneasy. 'Three things very dull indeed.' That will just do for me, you know. I shall be sure to say three dull things as soon as ever I open my mouth, shan't I?—(looking round with the most good-humoured dependence on every body's assent)—Do not you all think I shall?"Emma could not resist."Ah! ma'am, but there may be a difficulty. Pardon me—but you will be limited as to number—only three at once."Miss Bates, deceived by the mock ceremony of her manner, did not immediately catch her meaning; but, when it burst on her, it could not anger, though a slight blush shewed that it could pain her."
Author: Jane Austen
22. "Mais ce qui ne passera pas, c'est cette impression de découverte de soi que la lecture de Rousseau procure et qui est différente de celle de saint Augustin; car le péché n'est au fond ni l'homo peccator, ni l'homo poenitens, ni l'homo innocens, comme j'ai semblé le dire. Ce n'est pas le fauve ou le renard, le lion, ni même l'âne de la fable qu'il retrouve en nous. C'est le presque-saint, l'ange titubant, le menteur affamé de sincérité, le médiocre hanté par l'idée du parfait. En somme, ce n'est ni le saint, le héros, ni le pécheur ou le pervers : c'est le troisième homme, pécheur inconscient, fils prodigue et qui se pardonne généreusement. C'est le pauvre diable. C'est le pauvre homme. C'est l'homme.Est-ce là le suprême détour de l'orgueil! Est-ce l'humilité vraie sans la vanité de se savoir humble!"
Author: Jean Guitton
23. "Listen. Outside this frame I can see light,heavy as pardon, reliable as granite.Help me. Help me drag it into the picture."
Author: Jeanne Murray Walker
24. "When will the Home Office realize that when judges retire, not only are they sent home for the rest of their lives, but the only people they have left to judge are their innocent wives.''So what are you recommending?'asked Alex as they walked into the drawing room.'That judges should be shot on their seventieth birthday, and their wives granted a royal pardon and given their pensions by a grateful nation.''I may have come up with a more acceptable solution,' suggested Alex.'Like what? Making it legal to assist judges' wives to commit suicide?''Something a little less drastic,' said Alex."
Author: Jeffrey Archer
25. "I feel like somebody who just got out of prison after 40 years for something she didn't do, like I got pardoned by the governor. When dear friends deal with me with mixed emotions, it is a little like being told, 'Well, Jenny, we're glad you got sprung, really, but quite honestly we did kind of like you better when you were in jail."
Author: Jennifer Finney Boylan
26. "(...) I let go, crying and unable to stop because God was such a dirty crook, contemptible skunk, that's what he was for doing that thing to that woman. Come down out of the skies, you God, come on down and I'll hammer your face all over the city of Los Angeles, you miserable unpardonable prankster. If it wasn't for you, this woman would not have been so maimed, and neither would the world, (...)"
Author: John Fante
27. "Pardon me for loitering in front of an orchestra."
Author: John Goodman
28. "He was not quite sure how to phrase it, so he finally went with,haltingly, "I don't enjoy being at the center of attention."Her head tilted to the side, she regarded him for a long momentbefore saying, "No. You don't." And then: "You were always atree.""I beg your pardon?"Her eyes grew sentimental. "When we performed our awfulpantomimes as children. You were always a tree.""I never had to say anything.""And you always got to stand at the back."He felt himself smile, lopsided and true. "I rather liked being atree.""You were a very good tree." She smiled then, too—a radiant,wondrous thing. "The world needs more trees."
Author: Julia Quinn
29. "No, they're contemporary witch hunters, based in Russia."The crease deepened. "Hold on a moment. They sound like assholes?"I blinked, uncertain I'd heard him correctly. "I beg your pardon?"Jesus grimaced and pointed at his head. "It's this tiny human brain-I have to have a filing system for all this information or I can't keep track of it all. It sounds like these guys would be filed under Assholes Who Do Evil Shit in My Name.""Jesus. I mean, wow. That's the name of one of your files?""One of my largest, unfortunately."
Author: Kevin Hearne
30. "Where on earth did you come from,baby?"Frey's brows drew together and he asked softly back, "Pardon?"My thumb stroked his jaw before I whispered, "My handsome husband is gentle, thoughtful and kind. He laughs and smiles easily and he makes me feel safe. I was with your folks for about five minutes and they were so far from any of that, it is not funny. So," I squeezed his neck, "where did you come from?"
Author: Kristen Ashley
31. "I beg your pardon for questioning your judgement," she said. "It is nothing to me, after all, if it proves faulty. I am not the one responsible for the Marquess of Atherton's heir and sole offspring. I am not the one who will be toppled from my pedestal if the world learns I have not only permitted but encouraged my nephew to associate with the most shocking persons. I am not the one who-""I wish you were the one who had heard of the rule Silence is Golden," he said."
Author: Loretta Chase
32. "Why ain't you using your influence to get her out where she can do some good? If she's as quick and noticing and clever as you say—"„It is dangerous."„Then look out for her."He stared at her. „I beg your pardon?""You heard me. You're good at not getting killed, ain't you? At not being dead when any normal person would be. According to Jason, you been poisoned, bashed in the head, shot at, drowned, stabbed, and Lord only knows what else. Watching out for a mere female should be child's play."
Author: Loretta Chase
33. "The Sunlight on the GardenThe sunlight on the gardenHardens and grows cold,We cannot cage the minuteWithin its nets of gold,When all is toldWe cannot beg for pardon.Our freedom as free lancesAdvances towards its end;The earth compels, upon itSonnets and birds descend;And soon, my friend,We shall have no time for dances.The sky was good for flyingDefying the church bellsAnd every evil ironSiren and what it tells:The earth compels,We are dying, Egypt, dyingAnd not expecting pardon,Hardened in heart anew,But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden."
Author: Louis MacNeice
34. "My dear Madame, I just noticed that I forgot my cane at your house yesterday; please be good enough to give it to the bearer of this letter. P.S. Kindly pardon me for disturbing you; I just found my cane."
Author: Marcel Proust
35. "Too bad!' the feisty poet responded.'Yes, too bad!' the stranger agreed, his eye flashing, and went on: 'But here is a question that is troubling me: if there is no God, then, one may ask, who governs human life and, in general, the whole order on earth?''Man governs it himself' Homeless angrily hastened to reply to this admittedly none-too-clear question.'Pardon me,' the stranger responded gently, 'but in order to govern, one needs, after all, to have a precise plan for a certain, at least somewhat decent, length of time. Allow me to ask you, then, how can man govern, if he is not only deprived of the opportunity of making a plan for at least some ridiculously short period -well, say, a thousand years- but cannot even vouch for his own tomorrow?"
Author: Mikhail Bulgakov
36. "The error all women commit. Why can't you women love us, faultsand all? Why do you place us on monstrous pedestals? We have all feet ofclay, women as well as men; but when we men love women, we love themknowing their weaknesses, their follies, their imperfections, love them allthe more, it may be, for that reason. It is not the perfect, but the imperfect,who have need of love. It is when we are wounded by our own hands,or by the hands of others, that love should come to cure us – else what useis love at all? All sins, except a sin against itself, Love should forgive. Alllives, save loveless lives, true Love should pardon. A man's love is like that.It is wider, larger, more human than a woman's. Women think that theyare making ideals of men. What they are making of us are false idolsmerely. You made your false idol of me, and I had not the courage tocome down, show you my wounds, tell you my weaknesses. I was afraidthat I might lose your love, as I have lost it now."
Author: Oscar Wilde
37. "... no person can be his own saviour ... An individual must come before God in penitence, confess his sin and obtain pardon from a merciful God who repudiates sin but shows covenant love to the sinner."
Author: R.K. Harrison
38. "Pardon me, but my father says that it is a lie that Americans have everything. You have no sheep, no goats, no trees, no oil, no vines, no wine, not even chickens. He asks, 'What kind of life is that?' He says, 'No wonder you don't sing or dance or recite poetry very often."
Author: Robert Fulghum
39. "Mercy there was great, and grace was free; Pardon there was multiplied to me; There my burdened soul found liberty at Calvary."
Author: Robert J. Morgan
40. "But the truth of his teaching would seem to be this: in our own person and fortune, we should be ready to accept and to pardon all; it is our cheek we are to turn, our coat that we are to give away to the man who has taken our cloak. But when another's face is buffeted, perhaps a little of the lion will become us best. That we are to suffer others to be injured, and stand by, is not conceivable and surely not desirable."
Author: Robert Louis Stevenson
41. "When you father dies! What then?"Lord Needham looked up from his pheasant. "I beg your pardon?"Lady Needham waved one hand in the air as though she hadn't time to think of her husband's feelings, instead prodding, "He shan't live forever, Penelope! What then?"Penelope could not think of why this was in any way relevant. "Well, that shall be very sad, I imagine."Lady Needham shook her head in frustration. "Penelope!""Mother, I honestly have no idea what you are implying.""Who will take care of you? When your father dies?""Is Father planning to die soon?""No," her father said."One never knows!" Tears were welling in the marchioness' eyes. "Oh, for God's-" Lord Needham had had enough. "I'm not dying. And I take no small amount of offence in the fact the thought simply rolled off your tongue."
Author: Sarah MacLean
42. "You'll pardon me," he finally said, "if the suggestion that the minuscule black turnip you call a heart is suddenly overflowing with generosity toward me leaves me wanting to arm myself and put my back against a wall."
Author: Scott Lynch
43. "I opened my eyesAnd looked up at the rain,And it dripped in my headAnd flowed into my brain,And all that I hear as I lie in my bedIs the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.I step very softly,I walk very slow,I can't do a handstand--I might overflow,So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head."
Author: Shel Silverstein
44. "Looks like you're naked."His jaw worked as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I beg your pardon?""Beg all you want, you're still going to be naked." Tabitha paused at the wicked image in her mind. "Come to think of it, a gorgeous, begging, naked man… that's the stuff of fantasies. Begging won't get you your clothes, but it could get you something else." She wiggled her eyebrows at him."
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon
45. "Letters rarely got written in that mine. Work stopped and the whole clan had sat around in respectful silence as his pen scrittered across the parchment. His aunt had been sent up to Varneshi's to beg his pardon but could he see his way clear to sparing a smidgen of wax. His sister had been sent down to the village to ask Mistress Garlick the witch how you stopped spelling recommendation."
Author: Terry Pratchett
46. "Let us admit, without bitterness, that the individual has his distinct interests and can, without felony, stipulate for those interests and defend them. The present has its pardonable amount of egotism; momentary life has its claims, and cannot be expected to sacrifice itself incessantly to the future. The generation which is in its turn passing over the earth is not forced to abridge its life for the sake of the generations, its equals after all, whose turn shall come later on."
Author: Victor Hugo
47. "On Translating Eugene Onegin1What is translation? On a platterA poet's pale and glaring head,A parrot's screech, a monkey's chatter,And profanation of the dead.The parasites you were so hard onAre pardoned if I have your pardon,O, Pushkin, for my stratagem:I traveled down your secret stem,And reached the root, and fed upon it;Then, in a language newly learned,I grew another stalk and turnedYour stanza patterned on a sonnet,Into my honest roadside prose--All thorn, but cousin to your rose.2Reflected words can only shiverLike elongated lights that twistIn the black mirror of a riverBetween the city and the mist.Elusive Pushkin! Persevering,I still pick up Tatiana's earring,Still travel with your sullen rake.I find another man's mistake,I analyze alliterationsThat grace your feasts and haunt the greatFourth stanza of your Canto Eight.This is my task--a poet's patienceAnd scholastic passion blent:Dove-droppings on your monument."
Author: Vladimir Nabokov
48. "If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me."
Author: William Allingham
49. "If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended,That you have but slumbered hereWhile these visions did appear.And this weak and idle theme,No more yielding but a dream,Gentles, do not reprehend:If you pardon, we will mend:And, as I am an honest Puck,If we have unearned luckNow to 'scape the serpent's tongue,We will make amends ere long;Else the Puck a liar call;So, good night unto you all.Give me your hands, if we be friends,And Robin shall restore amends."
Author: William Shakespeare
50. "O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!"
Author: William Shakespeare
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