Forgiving What You Can't Forget Audiobook Novels & Stories

she says with audacity. "And who do you think you are, thinking that I'm made of stone? I can forgive, but I can't forget, and the problem is that I won't forget. So what's the point of forgiving if I'll never forget? It's better to hate you than to kill you."

“And Caspian? What about him?” Right. That’s the hardest part. I take a long moment before answering. “Your forgiveness isn’t just for others. It’s for yourself too. Whether or not you forgive Alpha Caspian, you mustn’t forget to forgive yourself for hating that you still love him, for hating that it didn't work out all those years ago because of his wrong decision. Forgiving yourself solves half the problem and opens you up to seeing things more clearly and knowing the next steps to take. Also, remember that you're never alone. You have me. You have Sarah. You have Elian, Nadia, Rhett, and all of us are here to always help you in the best way we can, okay?”

"Do you think he loves me?" Diana looked at her daughter. "I think so. I think he's afraid to say it, too. Perhaps he doesn't feel he deserves it." "I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive him, Mom. He destroyed everything." "Forgetting is not remembering. Forgive is untying chains of the past. If you still love him… maybe it's not remembering what you've got done. It's creating something out of the leftovers. Something new and good." Clara shook her head in sorrow. "I don't know who I am anymore. I had dreams, goals… now nothing's mine anymore." "You were you, always," Diana replied. "Just badder now."

In the hallway beyond my door, the chaos of the emergency room was still unfolding, with nurses and doctors running up and down the halls. I tried to listen to the sounds of a sleeping wolf, or to feel her weight somewhere inside of me. But all I could think about then was how difficult it was, and how much of a failure I was, not just to lose my wolf but to also forget her. I’d forgotten my wolf, my parents, my brother, and even my own children. How was I ever going to forgive myself? “I’m sorry,” I said, opening my eyes. “I don’t think it’s going to work.”

Instead, she thought about how far they’d both come how pain could turn into perspective, how love could shift into something gentler, wiser. And somewhere inside her, something like forgiveness began to take root. Not the kind that invites someone back in. The kind that simply opens the window and lets the past breathe. She whispered into the quiet, “I hope you find what you’re looking for, Liam.” Then she turned off the lights and let the darkness settle. Her phone buzzed again one last notification before sleep. A random quote of the day she’d subscribed to months ago: “Healing isn’t forgetting. It’s remembering without needing to go back.”

Alice felt how much he wished to be forgiven, she felt the need to teach him that forgiving is not forgetting. Her cellphone buzzed a couple of times in the pocket of her scrub. It was her moment for her to explain to him the difference between forget and forgive, so, she decided not to pick up the call. By that moment, nothing mattered more than ending once and for all with the beliefs of Gabriel.

“I can’t forgive him, but I also can’t forgive mom for what she did to herself. I always feel sad and lonely on this day…but today I don’t feel that overwhelming sense of sadness and I don’t feel excruciatingly lonely. I actually feel like I can forget everything if I have you by my side.” “Even with me here, I don’t think you’ll ever forget everything.” Delilah began. “You have to forgive to forget, and you don’t seem to have forgiven yourself yet. You’re not at fault, your mother didn’t die because of you, and your father died because he didn’t have a heart. Stop blaming yourself and accept that they’re gone and there’s nothing you can do to bring them back. It’s not your fault.”

“You don’t have to. Come back to me. Really come back.” Livia placed her hands on the sink, bracing herself. “I can’t.” “Why not?” His voice cracked. “Why can’t you just forgive me?” She turned to face him, water dripping from her chin. “Because forgiveness isn’t forgetting. And I remember everything.” His hand lifted, brushing her cheek. “Then help me forget too. Help me be better.” For a moment, she saw the man she’d married. The man who’d once made her laugh. Before the debts. Before Russo. Before the gambling.

I spent weeks trying to hate her, trying to bury every memory of her smile, her scent, everything about her, including the image of her in bed with my brother. But hearing her now? It destroys every bit of control I thought I had. Slowly, I rise from the chair and walk toward the window, staring out into the dark courtyard below while gripping the phone tighter. She suddenly starts crying. Gosh! I hate to hear her cry. “I’m sorry,” she blurts out immediately. “I’m so sorry, Renric.” Pain slices through my chest because I know forgiving isn't the hard part, it is forgetting. I lean one hand against the glass, jaw tightening hard while she keeps speaking through tears.

he said gently, “you must learn not to hold onto so much hate. It’s poisoning you.” I could see his eyes, filled with a sadness I couldn’t quite understand. “But how can I let go?” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. “How can I forgive those who’ve wronged me?” His expression softened further, a deep concern spreading into his features. “Forgiving them is not for their sake, but for yours. Free your heart from the chains of anger. Live for yourself, not for those who have offended you.” I shook my head, struggling against the bonds of my own emotions. “You don’t understand. They took everything from me. How can I just forget that?”