Quote by Martin Luther King Jr.

Forgiveness is not an occasional act it is an attitude.

Forgiveness is not an occasional act it is an attitude.

Summary

This quote emphasizes that forgiveness is not something we do once in a while, but rather a mindset or approach we cultivate in all aspects of our lives. It highlights the idea that forgiveness should not be reserved for specific situations or individuals, but should be a consistent attitude we adopt towards ourselves and others. By considering forgiveness as a continuous attitude, we can let go of grudges, heal relationships, and create a more peaceful and compassionate way of life.

By Martin Luther King Jr.

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