Quotes About Apology

Gyre did not comment. She glanced at him, found an odd open, rueful expression on his face, as if he were looking inside and found himself lacking. It was unusual, she thought; his confidence seemed always unassailable. No one is unassailable, he said, shifting a branch in the fire with his bare hand. Then he turned his head quickly to meet her cold eye. I'm sorry. My thoughts were drifting; they floated into yours." Anchor them, she suggested drily. "I will try.

If you are wrong, admit it quickly and emphatically.

We are much more forgiving of those who are willing to come clean right away.

En nuestra agencia hemos cometido tantos errores, que con frecuencia me siento avergonzado. Es posible que nos hayamos equivocado en su caso. Dígame cómo fue".

when we're wrong, they certainly expect us to own up to it.

I'm sure you despise me," she sobbed, looking up at him through tearful eyes. "Despise you?!" Langdon exclaimed. "I don't have the slightest idea who you are! All you've done is lie to me!" "I know," she said softly. "I'm sorry. I've been trying to do the right thing.

no hay que olvidar que, hace siglos, nuestra religión formó la Inquisición y mató a mujeres y niños inocentes en nombre de Dios. A causa de ello, hemos tenido que pedir perdón al mundo y también a nosotros mismos. Con el tiempo, sin embargo, hemos conseguido que las heridas cicatricen.

They . . . are . . . so. . . sorry, " she whispered. "The machine brings back no . . . pictures . . . only the food and air and water. It is programmed . . . as you suggested, Dem Lia . . . to eliminate infestations. They are . . . so . . . so . . . sorry for the loss of Ouster life. They offer the suicide of . . . of their species . . . if it would atone for the destruction.

You might already be able to tell that I was born with a silver spoon up my ass. I offer no apologies.

Take it back, Ed. Take it all back.

Do you do them in that old-fashioned code,like daffodils mean I'm sorry I was late, daisies mean sorry I embarrassed you in front of your friends, these things here fanned out mean just thinking of you?Or did you just have them throw whatever was pretty together?

He told her then how sorry he was for last night, but not out loud.

Life is too short to wait for the right moment to express yourself. So here I am.. Thankful to all of you for giving me enormous amount of love..I owe you a big time…and owe an apology for the mistakes. I keep committing that ever hurt you.

The only way you can beat my crazy was by doing something crazy yourself. Thank you. I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck.

In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind! but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them.

People in a temper often say a lot of silly, terrible things they mean.

We laughed at the hollyhocks together and then I sprayed them with lye. Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.

sorry about that, Helen)

Oh, Westley, I didn't mean that, I didn't, I didn't, not a single syllabub of it." Now Westley knew that she meant to say "not a single syllable of it," because a syllabub was something you ate, with cream and wine mixed in together to form the base. But he also knew an apology when he heard one. So he held her very close, and shut his loving eyes, and only whispered, "I knew it was false, believe me, every single syllabub.

The first thing the intellect does with an object is to class it along with something else. But any object that is infinitely important to us and awakens our devotion feels to us also as if it must be sui generis and unique. Probably a crab would be filled with a sense of personal outrage if it could hear us class it without ado or apology as a crustacean, and thus dispose of it. I am no such thing, it would say; I am MYSELF, MYSELF alone.

Le lapidi erano banali, parevano chiedere scusa ai defunti.

Rage rises up in me until my whole body is scorched, for some kinds of burning don't require a fire. Not a word of love, not a word of apology for the sorrow he has caused me. Not a word about the unjust and cruel way in which he sent me away. He hasn't even called me by my name.

Okay, okay," said Elliott. "I was wrong. Sorry, Katherine." "That's okay," said Katherine. "She stole your sandwich, too.

D'Artagnan leapt out of his chair. One hand went to the hilt of his sword, the other to his hip. "You dare to insult moi?" "No," said Billy. "Sorry." "You must forgive D'Artagnan," said Athos. "He takes every smile for an insult.