Quotes About Apology

I'm so sorry," he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. I'm so sorry." Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say. "Me ... too," she whispered. "I only ever ... cared for...

You can't be serious." Thomas could only nod. Minho's shoulders slumped, and his eyes fell to the floor. "How did the world get so shucked?" The words barely came out, low and full of pain. "I'm sorry," Newt said, and there were tears streaming down his face. "I'm … I'm going to shoot if you don't go. Now.

Sorry, Tommy," Newt muttered in his ear. "Could've been a bit more gentle.

Tom, I'm really sorry. I can tell you're having a hard time forgiving me. Would you be any different? No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

Maybe you'll forgive me someday." Thomas almost hated her for sounding so reasonable.

I'm sorry, Tom, she answered back, in his mind once again. But thanks for being our sacrifice.

Violence, from the point of view of those who engage in it, does not intensify shame, it diminishes it and even reverses it into its opposite, namely, self-respect, and respect from others, which is why the most violent people boast for their violence rather than apologizing for it.

Maestre Yoda, îmi pare r?u. - Åžtiu, dar s? îl înfrunÅ£i pe Vader din nou trebuie, iar scuza nu te ajut?.

What a polite game tennis is. The chief word in it seems to be "sorry" and admiration of each other's play crosses the net as frequently as the ball.

First, my fear; then, my curtsy; last my speech. My fear is your displeasure; my curtsy, my duty; and my speech, to beg your pardons.

Then Lymond's voice, the chill gone, said, 'Don't be an ass, Jerott? You know I can't do without you.' It was an obvious answer. But it was also something Jerott had never had from Lymond before: an apology and an appeal both at once.

I take back the more personal insults if you will take back your arm without putting it to impious uses.

I give you full credit for the discovery, I crawl, I grovel, my name is Watson, and you need not say what you were just going to say, because I admit it all.

Excuse my dust.

This is me apologizing. I am a fool, a bird-brain, a liar and a horse-thief. I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.

God's Final Message to His Creation: 'We apologize for the inconvenience.

Oh, hello, Arthur Dent here. Look, sorry I haven't been in for six months but I've gone mad." "Oh, not to worry. Thought it was probably something like that. Happens here all the time. How soon can we expect you?" "When do hedgehogs start hibernating?" "Sometime in spring, I think." "I'll be in shortly after that." "Righty-ho.

I demand of you a thousand pardons, monsieur. I am without defence. For some months now I cultivate the marrows. This morning suddenly I enrage myself with these marrows. I send them to promenade themselves - alas! not only mentally but physically. I seize the biggest. I hurl him over the wall. Monsieur, I am ashamed. I prostrate myself.

There! Now we're friends!" declared the minx. "Say you're sorry about my sister -" "I am desolated!" "That's a good boy!

At first, I was polite. Really. I said "excuse me," I tried to squeeze through gaps, even apologized for stepping on some toes. What can I say, I'm Canadian.

I was wrong about that young man of yours. A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love, he can't help looking like a sheep. Now, whenever that young man looked at you, he looked like a sheep. I take back all I said this morning. It is genuine.

Tuppence had once laid upon him a serious injunction. ' If anybody over the age of sixty-five finds fault with you,' she said, 'never argue. Never try to say you're right. Apologize at once and say it was all your fault and you're very sorry and you'll never do it again.

Remorse," she said, with great gusto. "Remorse?

You forget," I said. "My calling obliges me to respect one quality above all others — the quality of mercy." "Well, I'm a just man. No one can deny that." I did not speak, and he said sharply: "Why don't you answer? A penny for your thoughts, man." I hesitated, then I decided to speak. "I was thinking," I said, "that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out to me.