Quotes About I Am Sorry Novels & Stories

I couldn’t stop shaking. He sat down beside me, close but not quite touching. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and rough. “For every single day you spent running. For that motel, for my mother slapping you. For all of it.” Tears filled my eyes. “Sorry won’t give me back three months,” I whispered. “Sorry won’t undo the gala, it doesn’t make four million people stop calling me a liar.” “I know.” “Sorry doesn’t fix anything.”

I've puzzled over these questions for the last few days and regret to say that I have no answers to any of them. I know it sounds stupid, because what I did was so big, and these words seem so small, but, I'm sorry, Cam. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm sorry that I let you down. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry. I wish I could let you feel the depth of my regret and my remorse, because those two little words, "I'm sorry," are so inadequate, but I don't know how else to express myself.

"I really missed you babe...I really did miss you." My mind went back to this lives that I led to their unexpected end because of my stubbornness and carelessness. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry for not confiding in you, I'm sorry for lying to you... I'm sorry for trusting the wrong person, I'm sorry for everything... I'm so so sorry"

In a sincere and apologetic tone, Harrison said "I'm so sorry if this is upsetting or confusing. I don't mean to hurt you by not being able to remember things. It's not something I can control. I know it must be frustrating for you, and I feel terrible that I can't give you the answers you're looking for. Please forgive me."

We have a horrible history, and I badly wish I could fix it. "You know what, OJ? I'm sorry. I am so sorry for everything. If I could just turn back time---way back when we were still younger, I would like to see how we were today when I treated you better. Better and with the way I sincerely would want to. I know you can't hear me now, but I will still tell you these things because I want to practice them. Do you know why? It's because I will be saying them to you again when you will finally wake up and be better."

I tried moving on without you. But you saw what came out of it, didn't you? I'm sorry for every tear that dropped. I'm sorry for the heartaches I have caused you. I'm sorry for not being there. I'm sorry for the lonely moments. I'm sorry for not reaching out. I'm sorry for the countless broken promises. I had promised to always be there for you, hadn't I? I'm sorry I wasn't able to fulfill that. I'm honestly sorry for the broken promises.

For once, I need to lay my heart bare, even if it’s too late or may be writing is easy than telling you in person. First, I want to say something I should have said a thousand times but never did: I’m sorry. I’m sorry for every hurtful word, every cruel action, and every moment of pain I caused you. I know an apology can’t erase what I’ve done, but I hope it’s a start—a small offering from a broken man who has finally seen the depth of his mistakes.

He cocked his head to the side while holding me under his accessing gaze. "You don't know me," I began calmly because I was a calm guy for the most part. Jovial and easy to get along with. But, just like everyone else, even I had a dark side, "so I don't expect you to know this about me but I'm not like your average Joe. I sympathize with you. I'm sorry that this entire situation ended up the way it did. I'm sorry Cleo is in a coma and that Julian's sister, Maddie, died. I'm sorry that Phillip, Julian's brother, had to be turned and I'm so fucking sorry that my mother had to be strapped to a chair in the middle of a bed of wolf's bane," I leaned forward, elbows resting on the table and finge

"I'm sorry..." I now seem to have become a stone. It's like my brain has a short circuit. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's like a broken plaque that repeats itself in my mind. Sometimes this annoys my brain. The desire to repeat! But is that true I heard? He's saying sorry? Cayden the great? Sorry? Is it just a dream? Or maybe I'm losing my mind because I'm hearing nothing else?

He met her eyes. “I’m so sorry for what I did to you,” he said. “I’m not asking you to forgive me. Everything about it was wrong. I was wrong. I don’t have anything to teach you. It wasn’t about you. I was trying to prove myself to—” He shook his head. “I won’t make excuses. There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry if I made you feel anything other than perfect. I won’t hurt you or anyone else again. Is there anything I can do to make amends?”