Quotes About Apology

Being an American means never having to say you're sorry.

you're an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry

Say Sorry is not a Shame but a Solution

Thus did the unkind step-mother humble herself and ask forgiveness of the girl she had so wronged.

She lives between the Vale of Kashmir & nirvana, beneath a bipolar sky. The voice speaks of an atlas & a mask, a map of Punjab, an ugly scar from college days on her abdomen, the unsaid credo, but I still can't make the voice say, Look, I'm sorry. I've been dead for a long time.

Rocket: Have you ever wanted to just take something back? You know, something you said, something you did? Baby Doll: All the time.

I apologize for my wife. I'm afraid we're still trying to get her house-trained. The dog, on the other hand, is perfectly harmless.

Who's the young man beside you?" Helen suddenly asked. "Oh, I see, you're one of us." She turned to Nonie. "And you did introduce us before." She tapped a finger against her right temple. "Every once in a while this old clock up here forgets to click to the next second. I apologize for that.

Malam ini, maaf tak ubahnya aroma samudera lepas atau aroma lumut pegunungan tinggi dari bilik pemulung di TPA Bantar Gebang. Sebuah Hikayat.

Abigail's foot caught on something and she stumbled, pitching forward. Dylan, who was closer, reached out and caught her. Abigail straightened, her eyes averted. "Sorry," she said, pulling away from him. "You can fall into my arms anytime you like." Dylan winked.

I'm sorry, I'm still stuck on you losing your head." "I didn't lose it. It was stolen.

Sorry I called you Goat-molester," Virgil said. "It was the first thing that came into my head, honestly." "I don't need your damn apology!" "Then why are you here?" "I came here to kick your ass!" "You might want to do that from a standing position." "Screw you! I'll get up in my own time!

I really handled your pain poorly. I was scared and ashamed, and I blew it. Please forgive me. If I could do it over, I would respond like this ____." (Relationships mended by forgiveness are powerful things.) When we model honesty and apologies, our kids learn in real time how to construct a life on truth. We interrupt the toxic trajectory of pretending before it becomes rooted and thus a thousand times harder to pull up. Perhaps

I told you the truth at the bridge. I don't have a good excuse. Blame it on a bad mood." Tate dips his chin, and his grin shoots my heart to the ceiling. "If I tell you I'm sorry a hundred more times, will you forgive me? 'Cause I'll do it, if that's what it takes.

But his words fall away. He looks confused. He looks flustered and sorry. Like you do when you run up to someone you think you know and take her arm and she turns around and you were wrong.

The driver's on me in an instant. She's crying and trembling. She grabs the front of my jacket and shakes me. "You crazy bitch!" she screams. "I could have killed you!" "Sorry," I say "Sorry?" she shouts. "You don't look sorry. You-" "Sorry you missed," I say. She lets go of me then. Takes a step back.

It was better that we never apologized to each other. Then we'd be admitting that we were wrong and we owed each other something. That's where people got into trouble.

Finally he said, "I am sorry for it. His mama didn't teach him right." My mama didn't teach me right either, I thought, and I don't act that way. I kept rocking.

John watched me, dark eyes inscrutable. his shoulders rose as he inhaled through his nose. He was about to say something like I am so sorry or I had no idea or even You are a terrible person . In which case, I was going to lose it. There was a reason I did not talk about this. He said, "I feel sorry for the officers on that call.

Kind of like saying 'no offense' when you've just said something offensive?

There was a pause, then his lips stretched into a smile. "You're right." Hell froze over. Pigs were flying. "Come again?" "You're right. I should have checked in at some point. I'm sorry." The world was flat. I didn't know what to say. According to Daemon, he was right about 99 percent of the time. Wow.

Bethany blinked. "Did you just hit me?" she asked, disbelief coloring her every feature. Skylar raised both hands, palms outward. "I come in peace!" "You do not come in peace. You hit me." "I hit in peace!

Dearest Avery, I'm sorry. —T. T. H.

This is me crouching. This is me standing. This is me realizing how deep this hole is." "Do you have to narrate everything you're doing?" "This is me trying to give myself a boost . . . Oof! " "Sadie-Grace." "I'm sorry! It's just really hard to give yourself a boost.