Quotes About Apology

I hope that in the afterlife we will get a chance, each of us, to say our sorries to the people we have wronged.

But I say to myself, we are all sorry when we found out. Then we are very sorry. The question is not, are we sorry? The question is, what lesson have we learned? The question is, what are we going to do now that we are sorry?

In quick succession, Qhuinn reviewed his answers: No, of course not, the knife was acting of its own volition. I was actually trying to stop it...No, I only meant to give him a shave...No, I didn't realize that slicing open someone's jugular was going to lead to death.

See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.

I'm sorry, Butch croaked. Oh God, I'm so sorry... V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's. It's okay, He said roughly. It's all right. It's okay...You did the right thing...

Oh… God. What was a male supposed to do in this situation? I'm sorry, he muttered. If I… uh, hurt your feelings or something. She glared at him. I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.

I'm so sorry. I love you. Please forgive me. Can't live without you.

I can't go back, Lane. I'm sorry. I just can't." He fell silent. And then after a long while, he nodded. "All right, but can I ask you for one thing?" No. "Yes." "Just don't hate me anymore. I'm doing plenty of that on my own time.

I've said I was sorry," Qhuinn intoned. "But I don't think I've ever said thank you. So, yeah… thank you.

I'm sorry," Butch muttered. "I behaved unprofessionally. It won't happen again." Helania lifted her head off Boone's pec. "Are you kidding me? I want to shoot him, too." "No one's shooting anybody," Vishous cut in. Then he rolled his eyes. "And you know people be losin' their shit if I'm the one saying something like that.

Shit," Rhage breathed. "I'm sorry. And shit, I shouldn't have said 'shit.' Fuck. I mean…damn it.

Peyton flashed his palms…then deliberately linked them behind his back and spoke in the Old Language. "I hereby offer you a rythe. I do so in recognition of my disrespect and disregard of your status as a bonded male unto the female Paradise, with whom you have been mated. It is not my intention to justify this behavior in any fashion, and I wish to make up for my lapse in judgment according to the Old Ways.

Propping his head on his gloved fist, he muttered, "One of my old dreams just came true." As Butch's panic deflated, he rolled his eyes. "And what was that." "I just fucked you in the ass." Blink. Blink. And then Butch started laughing. "Yeah, yeah, good joke. Okay, what did Lass do now?" "No, I'm serious. I just screwed you. Badly. I'm really fucking sorry.

I'm sorry," he said remotely. "For what just happened between you and me." She

I didn't think I would ever walk in those shoes." V got serious quick. "I'm sorry I was the one who put you in them." "I'm not going to say it's okay." She took a deep breath. "Because it's not." "I know. And I agree.

Dedicated to: you. I got you wrong in the beginning and you have my apologies. It's just so like you that you stepped in anyway, and saved not only him, but also me in this endeavour.

Yes. I love you. I should have told you sooner, Lina. Not that I deserve to have your love after what I did to you. I wasn't there for you when you needed me. And I promised you I wouldn't let you down again. I'm not a guy who goes back on his promises. Can you ever forgive me for that?

I love you. I've missed you. I've been so stupid.

But I'll still say it, as many times as you need to hear it-I'm sorry, Carolina.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

My aunt once said the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

If a heartfelt apology on Twitter isn't enough to restore some small semblance of faith in humanity, I don't know what is.

For the past few years I have engaged in several inappropriate conversations conducted over Twitter, Facebook, e-mail and occasionally on the phone with women I have met online.

I said something really stupid once. I told a friend that my mother was so beautiful, but my dad was ugly. My dad heard it and just laughed it off, but I felt guilty. It haunted me for years. I should never have said that.