Quotes About Apology

A sign in a pottery store in England announced, "Please let us know if you break any item, so we can forgive you.

You always think you can make it up to somebody—later, you know.' She took a deep breath. 'But now I never can. I never can.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.

Is it meaningless to apologize? Never.

And I am Somvati, father,' said the woman. 'Your daughter. I apologize for hurting you. I apologize for becoming a woman. But had I not became a woman, you would never have become my father.

Kirk you son of a dirty, lying, sidewinding—somebody cut me off before I say something I'll have to apologize to him for.

As he stared into the ocean, he must have tossed a lifetime of apologies into its silence. Maybe he thought the tide would wash his troubles away.

Nothing expresses remorse better than silence.

wish we'd stayed at home if you keep picking on her.' He followed them into the house. 'I'm sorry, Angel. I didn't mean to upset you. It's

A preface is usually an excrescence on a good book, and a vain apology for a worthless one;

That's silly, it always happens at the last moment – it's so tiresome packing,' said Drogo purposely, as if he had not understood her undertone of feeling. It needed a word, a simple phrase to tell her that he was sorry she was leaving. But Drogo did not want to ask for anything – at that moment he was really not capable of it, he would have felt he was lying. So he said nothing and gave a vague smile.

When you forgive, you free your soul. But when you say I'm sorry, you free two souls.

Love means having to say you're sorry every fifteen minutes.

Life has become unbearable ... Forgive me.

I hate you. If only I'd known. If only I'd been enough. I let you down. I wish I could have done something. I should have done something. Was it my fault? Why wasn't I enough? Come back. I love you. I'm sorry.

I can feel the apology in his fingers, and this takes the wind out of me, so I lean into him—just a little—and read over his shoulder. His hand is warm and I don't want to stop holding it. We

I expect some fast reply, something flirty and flip, but instead he doesn't look up, just reaches for my hand and keeps reading. I can feel the apology in his fingers, and this takes the wind out of me, so I lean into him-just a little-and read over his shoulder. His hand is warm and I don't want to stop holding it.

It's not your fault. And sorry wastes time. You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier just to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.

Someone has broken your heart. I knew there was something about you. That's it, isn't it?' A little," Sara said, suddenly self-conscious. I'm sorry.' It happens." She shrugged, straining for nonchalance. Maybe,' he said. 'But if it's your destiny, what can you do but accept it.

It's as if the fasion designers decided that once a woman hit a certain weight, she'd have no need for business suits, for skirts and blazers, for anything except glorified sweatsuits, and they tried to apologize for dressing us like overaged Teletubbies by silk-screening daisies on the tops.

JOEL!' 'Sorry . . . that must make me sound like a dickhead.' 'I can't remark professionally on that,' said Mark as Marsha nodded emphatically in the bed next to him.

It seemed nobody had to be sorry any more for anything they did; instead they doubled down, were proud of it, never admitted to being in the wrong about anything.

and I was selfish and wrong not to ask about your family before. I was told I should, but I didn't listen. It's my fault." Marek shrugged. "Was not your fault. Was my privilege.

It seemed nobody had to be sorry any more for anything they did; instead they doubled down, were proud of it, never ever admitted to being in the wrong about anything.