She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense, Sex to the last.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong, But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.

These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.

There is hope in forgiveness

When all odd are against you, forgiveness will deliver you & wisdom will keep u.

He was gone and did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth.