Quotes About Apology

But then the Hispanic guy spoke. Maybe a heartfelt statement, full of apology and contrition, full of promises of future reform, and likely polite, and certainly short, but apparently there was something in it the fat man wanted to either rebut or comment on further, because he settled back down, amid much asynchronous wobbling and shaking, and he started talking again.

You make me feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry. Not your fault, she said. It's just the way you are. And what way is that? You're like something feral!

She had used a simile, to explain and flatter and apologize all at once. She had written, "You're like New York City. I love to visit, but I could never live there.

After the apology the narrative cut to the then-current chase, which seemed to be equal parts political, legal, and deranged.

He did what he always did. He let her go. He understood. No apology required. He couldn't live anywhere. His whole life was a visit.

I regret I can't make the meeting today

Oh, I beg your pardon!" she exclaimed in a tone of great dismay, and began picking them up again as quickly as she could, for the accident of the gold-fish kept running in her head, and she had a vague sort of idea that they must be collected at once and put back into the jury-box, or they would die.

Concluding Hints Do not make haste to begin—haste shows lack of control. Do not apologize. It ought not to be necessary; and if it is, it will not help. Go straight ahead. Take a deep breath, relax, and begin in a quiet conversational tone as though you were speaking to one large friend.

I didn't mean it!" pleaded poor Alice. "But you're so easily offended, you know!

A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to have a splendid Christmas in London town. All shall be well. God rest us merry gentlemen. And gentlewomen.

I'm Sorry,' he says. It's simple and direct, with none of the nonsense about God calling home an angel too young and who are we to question his mysterious ways.

Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world?

Usually, I avoid the topic by shoving food into my mouth then making I'm sorry, as you can see, it would be rude for me to speak hand signals

Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world? Have you ever noticed that?" Nicole asked. "You go on websites and some girl leaves a post and if it's longer than three sentences or she's expressing her thoughts about some topic, she usually ends with, 'Sorry for the rant' or 'That may be dumb, but that's what I think.

I think being friends with you will be challenging, he said at last. 'Will be challenging'? Henry shrugged. I guess you're stuck with me now, Miss Chan. I apologize in advance.

Well, you've done it now, was her sisterly opening shot. Jaine rubbed between her eyebrows; a definite headache was forming. After the exchange with David, she waited to see where this one was going. I won't be able to hold up my head in church. Really? Oh, Shelley, I'm so sorry, Jaine said sweetly. I didn't realize you have the dreaded Limp Neck disease. When were you diagnosed?

because that would be a lie. He was sorry they weren't spending the

Steven longed to comfort her, but he didn't dare. After all, he'd practically called her a prostitute earlier, albeit by mistake, and despite the sponge bath he figured he most likely smelled like a mule fart.

I'm sorry I tried to be unpleasant, he said at last.

Sorry about your sausage dog.

Isabel observed an etiquette of the telephone: a call before eight in the morning was an emergency; between eight and nine it was an intrusion; thereafter calls could be made until ten in the evening, although anything after nine-thirty required an apology for the disturbance. After ten one was into emergency time again.

We might more of us say these words to others, and more frequently--how healing that would prove to be. Look, we've had our differences, but how about some chocolate? Or: I'm so sorry: how about some chocolate? Or simply, Great to see you! How about some chocolate?

There were times when an apology was best, she thought, even when one really had nothing to apologise for. If only people would say sorry sooner rather than later, Mma Ramotswe believed, much discord and unhappiness could be avoided. But that was not the way people were. So often pride stood in the way of apology, and then, when somebody was ready to say sorry, it was already too late.

Saying sorry does not make you look small—it makes you look big.