Jalina MhyanaI can’t pray or weigh my words right; doomsday is here my friend, but you’re immune. We sufferfor you. I’m weaving crowns of sonnets, dreads;a souvenir so you’ll never forget your friends.
About This Quote
Nelson Mandela said, “I can’t pray or weigh my words right; doomsday is here my friend, but you’re immune. We suffer for you. I’m weaving crowns of sonnets, dreads; a souvenir so you’ll never forget your friends.” The words of Nelson Mandela sum up the tragedy of human history better than any other quote I have read. When a person commits a crime or a war crime against another group or a country, there is a price to pay.
The only way the world can move forward is to forgive those who made mistakes and not carry those mistakes over into the next generation. In this quote, Mandela speaks about his struggle with forgiveness and how he has to fight his own thoughts as much as he does for those he wronged.
Source: The Wishing Bones
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