Quotes About Apology

Mr. Locano lowered the note. His cool expression told me I had insulted him. "My practice is immigration law. I help clients obtain visas and green cards, and fight deportation and removal orders. If you believe I'm involved in something illegal, you misunderstand the nature of my work." "That isn't what I meant to suggest, Mr. Locano. If I sounded that way, I apologize." He didn't look mollified. "Nita

Too long I've owed you this apology For the apparently unmeaning sorrow You were afflicted with in those old days. But it was of the essence of the trial You shouldn't understand it at the time.

Indeed, I have been a complete ass, and I know it. Will you overlook it this once and forgive me, and let things go on as before?

For instance, when I flung the cat out of an upper window (though I did it from no ill-feeling, and it didn't hurt the cat), I was ready, after a moment's reflection, to own I was wrong, as a gentleman should. But was the matter allowed to end there? I trow not.

If you were closer, I'd slap you, she said. Let me help, I replied, and stepped closer. She promptly slapped me, which surprised me only a little. We glared at each other in the near dark, and then she looked away. I'm sorry I slapped you, she said. That's all right. I quite enjoyed it.

She lived in fear of his shifting moods, his volatile temperament, his insistence on steering even mundane exchanges down a confrontational path that, on occasion, he would resolve with punches, slaps, kicks, and sometimes try to make amends for with polluted apologies, and sometimes not.

I know I suck, I whispered, looking her in the eye, feeling desperate. I know I don't deserve you. Just don't leave me. Please? I'll be better, okay? Just don't leave me.

What are you doing now? Al questioned Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is. My expression went blank, and Trent hesitated. He looked at me, and I put a hand to my mouth, face flaming. Oh. My. God. Trent. I'm sorry Um Trent said, clearly at a loss. Call me tomorrow, Al said seriously, I've got a curse that will take care of that. Unless you like the snake in a turtleneck look

Sure am glad I'm not royalty, I muttered. I wouldn't want to have to bump uglies with someone I can't stand. On a regular basis. And no one else. Ow! I exclaimed, trying to yank my fingers from Trent but finding them caught. Then I colored, realizing what I'd said. Oh… sorry, I stammered, meaning it. That was insensitive. Trent's frown turned into a sly smirk. Bump uglies? he said, eyes on the table behind me. You are a font of gutter slang, Rachel. We must do this again.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?

I'd said thank you. And apologized. It was more than I thought I'd ever do. You're welcome, he said, his expression lost in the shadows. I'll see what I can do about the no lying... thing. And inclining his head, he vanished.

get in touch with him at all. But then, like clockwork, he would finally call her back the next morning, waking her up and apologizing for dropping off to sleep a lot earlier than usual or for not seeing that she had called him until that very moment.

There was no excuse which didn't consist of inexcusable.

He gave her an indulgent look. I'll forgive these rash words for now. She sputtered, Forgive? Let's talk about who should be forgiving who. Whom, he corrected. Shut up! I'm in the right here. Remember all those things you did to me?

But you doona plan to deprive Bowen and me of a fight? Garreth had answered, So as to no' piss off a vampire queen and the most powerful witch ever to live? Oh, aye. What are you planning? Steal the arrow from Lousha, sneak off, shoot the god. Then I'll come back with a present and an apology, promising she can shoot the next god.

Yes. But…" She stroked the smooth backs of her claws down his arms. "You'll have to spend eternity making it up to me." He released her to lever himself above her, cupping the back of her neck. His gaze flickered over her face, then met the eyes of his wife as she smiled up at him. Feeling love for her so strong it hurt him, his voice ragged with it, he rasped, "Milaya, it is done.

You'll be sorry for treating me this way, whined the Wheeler. I'm a terribly fierce person.

Words are for explaining the mistakes we might have made, names are for calling when there is nothing left to say.

Never ruin an appology with an excuse.

Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.

It should be easy for a man who's strong to say he's sorry or admit when he's wrong.

Apologize quickly when you wrong someone, because I'm sorry has no value in the grave.

You don't need to apologize for an opinion, but in terms of respect for the church and people's faith lives, Hillary Clinton has that respect, because it's what motivates her.

Vasectomy means never having to say you're sorry.