Quotes About Sorry

I believe in American political principles, and I will not sit idly by and see those principles destroyed by sorry practice. I am ashamed that American government should have become the chief cause of disillusionment with American principles.

I'm afraid I don't know her," he said, with the slight wince that came when you asked him about music that had come out since his own release. This always made Chia feel sorry for him, which she knew was ridiculous.

There are no goats. That is why you have all these beautiful flowers." "There were goats, in your village?" "Yes, and they ate all the flowers." "I'm sorry." "Do not be sorry. We ate all the goats.

I am very sorry you did not find me in yesterday. I was fussing about with Germans all day. We went with Weyrother to survey the dispositions. When Germans start being accurate there's no end to it!

Sorry as she was for the couple, the consummate actress trained at the Vatican school of drama and diplomacy may have felt more than a scintilla of satisfaction at her brother's success.

Sunny, by all the moons, quit feeling sorry for dragons who want to abduct you and sell you off.

You have to have time to be sorry for yourself to be a good Abstract Expressionist.

flustered by what she'd heard. And she had to be a strong person to survive what she did. She knew the story, better than he did. He hadn't told her anything she didn't know. "Don't be sorry. I knew what the interview was about.

Their howls rose to the sky and twisted together until they were on, and the other beasts joined in too, all of their voices creating a wild, plaintive song of sorry and abandon and anger and love.

I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.

something . . ." So colorful. Not romantic—no, one couldn't call it that; if anything perhaps a trifle sordid. Carmen, herself, for instance, no better than she should be. In fact, if one were frank, worse. And the other girl, the young one; it was difficult to feel sorry for her. Her

Alive or dead, I never cared about him. I only cared for you. If you're sorrowful that he's gone, then I am sorry for that. If you wish he were returned to life so you could kill him again, I recognize that feeling. But perhaps you dispensed justice and are only troubled that justice can be cruel.

There is a strength in the union even of very sorry men.

Most people remember the Day of Grieving as an obscure holiday. The first three hours of school were canceled and we remained in our homerooms. Teachers passed out mimeographs related to the day's theme, which was never officially announced, as Mrs. Woodhouse felt it inappropriate to single out the girls' tragedy. The result was that the tragedy was diffused and universalized. As Kevin Tiggs put it, It seemed like we were supposed to feel sorry for everything that ever happened, ever.

I brought you Diet Coke to compensate," he said, opening the cooler. "Also, this conversation is boring." "Right. Sorry." She took the can he handed her and popped it open. "Really sorry. There's nothing more boring than talking about food." "No," Cal said. "Talking about food is great. Talking about not having food is boring.

I've caused you pain, and I'm sorry for it,' she said. 'But perhaps that pain will keep you from forgetting me.

Herr Konsul, sorry to take your time." A man's voice. The blood in Reiss' veins instantly stopped its motion.

Refusing! And she is after me with a broom, trying to sweep my rotten carcass into the open. Why, shades of Gregor Samsa! Hello Alex, goodbye Franz! You better tell me you're sorry, you, or else! And I don't mean maybe either! I am five, maybe six, and she is or-elsing me and not-meaning-maybe as though the firing squad is already outside, lining the street with newspaper preparatory to my execution.

The afternoon's glory was tainted by the voice on the other end. I was so very sorry not to have the pleasure of meeting you, Mr. Haines. You're not living up to your part of the bargain.

The word 'free-lance', I used to think, had a romantic ring; but sadly discovered, when I tried to be one, that its practice has little freedom, and the lance is a sorry weapon to tilt at literary windmills.

Without sorry, 'tis difficult to know the full threshold of joy.

So I guess that the next time I make a date with a concussed guy, I should pin a note to his collar so he doesn't forget. Good plan. His hand was next to hers on the table. He let his thumb glide over her fingers, a small, almost casual touch that sent a shudder through her. I'm sorry I forgot our date.

Hey, heads up. The hottest doctor in town just came by and coerced me into telling him where you were. I folded like a cheap suitcase. Sorry, but he's hard to say no to. Don't be mad. I owe you a cupcake.

I'm pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn't the usual way to go about saying you're sorry. But I didn't read that Mars-Venus book, so who knows.