Quotes About Apology

Later, a very fat woman came in with a trolley and put a plate of something brown and foul-smelling on a table beside me. I couldn't imagine what I'd ever done to her, but whatever it was, it must have been bad. She obviously realised that she'd over-reacted, because half an hour later she came and took the plate away again.

An apology is not the second way in.

When you look at it only from your own perspective, it's easy to think that only you have suffered harm. But if you change your thinking... you can approach the other person first and say, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

You never have to apologize for the thing you don't say.

Sorry is one of those meaningless words people toss around before they kick you in the head again.

As it pulled away from the wreckage, he stood up to look back at the sinking plane. The coxswain shouted at him: "Sit down, you!" Then, realizing who it was, he tried to apologize, but Nimitz told the coxswain that he was absolutely correct, and obediently sat.

Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true.

Os pido que me excuseis, señor. No lo he hecho a propósito.

The Academy Awards was an amazing night. I know I kind of lost my mind a little bit. I apologize for that. That night went so fast I can't remember what I said or what happened.

Dogs always forgive you when they know you're sorry. And so do star friends" -Lily

I'm sorry I hurt your hand...with my face. -Bobby Pendragon

John Howard, willing to apologise to home owners for rising interest rates, would not say sorry to Aborigines. He refused to condone what he referred to as 'a black armband version' of history, preferring a jingoistic nationalism.

In fact, American presidents never apologize for what America does in war, because in the American mind, all its wars are defensive, always fought from the high moral ground, always good versus evil.

The act of apology is something that most societies take very seriously indeed. It is an admission of wrong done to the victims and an acceptance of blame.

I've made a lot of crazy comedy videos and said a lot of crazy things. If it's too offensive, I apologize and move on, but I do comedy.

My father told me about American democracy. And he said you have to be actively engaged in the political process to make our democracy work. So I've been doing that my entire life. Civil rights movement. The peace movement during the Vietnam conflict. The movement to get an apology and redress for Japanese-Americans.

You don't have to apologize for disliking me, only for being discourteous.

I'm sorry, buttercup," he murmured, cuddling her spent and trembling form against his. "You deserve time and privacy, and consideration. Not to be fondled in the library over the tea service.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Lillian, my sweet love…you're safe now. I'll never let anything happen to you again. I swear it on my life. You're safe.

I'm sorry," he rasped, even as he knew what he was about to do. "My God. Sorry—" His mouth clamped over hers, and he began to kiss her as if his life depended on it.

Do you happen to have a pocket mirror? "I'm afraid not. Why?" "I've made you late, which means by now Lady Berwick has sprouted serpents from her head, and I can't look at her directly.

After I calmed down a little and had a chance to think, I figured . . . I love you enough to try and deserve you. I would do anything, be anything, for you. Last night I went to your apartment to beg you to give me another chance. I was shaking in my boots, thinking you might not forgive me for Friday night.

Closing his eyes, he turned his face from hers, only to find himself nuzzling hungrily at her throat. She pushed at him a little, her sharp whisper at his ear. "What is the matter with you?" Marcus shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry," he rasped, even as he knew what he was about to do. "My God. Sorry—" His mouth clamped over hers, and he began to kiss her as if his life depended on it.

I regret something as well," Holly said quietly. "What I told you… that you were unable to love… I was wrong. I only said it because I was upset. I have no doubt that somebody you will indeed lose your heart to someone, although I can't imagine to whom." You, he thought with an inescapable stab of longing. You. Couldn't she see it? Or did she assume she was merely the target of his random lust, and no more special to him than any other woman?