Quotes About I Am Sorry Novels & Stories

And because she couldn’t tell her friend how much she envied her without seeming ungrateful, Katelyn just whispered, “I’m sorry.” “Oh, Katelyn.” Stella cried, pulling Katelyn against her. And for the first time since Alana’s death, Katelyn cried. Ugly loud tears that shook her body hard. It was the kind of tears caused by one thing and then you remember another thing worth crying about and you just can’t stop. And Katelyn had so much to cry about. She had enough tears to fill a river. Stella held her through it, patting her, reassuring her. “It’s okay. Let it out. I’m here. I will always be here.”

I'm sorry! "Please! Stop! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"

Watching second chance mate fade because I was—was too cowardly to accept gift I'd been given. "I'm sorry," I said again. To Maryann. To the universe. To Amber's memory. "I'm sorry I almost killed you. I'm sorry I was—was so stuck in grief that I—I couldn't see what I was destroying. I'm sorry—sorry you got second chance mate who's—who's this broken. You deserved—deserved better than me."

But it feels like I have a big gap to fill and I will never be her again, Amber will just have to accept that. Shifting my gaze to an unconscious Al, I swallowed hard, but a ball of guilt keep rising at my throat, "Al—" I whispered, tears following down my face, "I don't know if you can hear me but— I am sorry. I sorry being the reason you got shot, I— am sorry, that I have been such a slack off. I am— sorry, for things I don't even know about... For all I can't remember, I— I am sorry,"

I swore I would, but didn't! I saw how tired you were. How you bent yourself for people who never deserve it. How you swallowed things you should’ve screamed. I saw it all but did nothing. I know this apology won’t fix anything. I know saying “I’m sorry” won’t undo the years I made you feel small, or lonely, or invisible. But I need you to hear it. I’m sorry. I'm completely and utterly sorry for everything that I was, and everything I failed to be.

Amidst the red droplets dotting the white cardboard sheet, is a simple string of words. “I’m sorry, Luna Sophia.” I can almost hear his sobs as I read the rest. “I’m sorry I didn't knock. I’m sorry I tried to spy on you. Please, forgive me.”

Her resilience eventually broke with one sentence from Amaan: It was not your fault. Only when her scream turned into a sob did Amaan say, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

It looked like I was a teacher yelling at my student on his silky mistake. " Now, why aren't you saying anything?" I shouted again. "I am sorry. I didn't know I humiliated you" he said in a low voice like he is forced to apologize. I felt guilty. I thought he would argue with me but he just said sorry. He wasn't looking that bad.

We sat there for a moment, side by side, neither of us saying a word. But the quiet between us felt different. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t cold. It was... peaceful. For the first time in a long while, I felt like we were on the same wavelength, like we both understood that this moment, however fragile, was important. I turned to her, my gaze softening as I spoke. “Amara, I know I messed up. And I know that saying ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t fix everything. It won’t make it better overnight. But I want you to know that I’m trying. I’m trying to be better for you.”

“I’m so fucking sorry.” I pressed my forehead to the door. Felt the cool wood against my hot skin. Felt fresh tears slip down my cheeks. “I know,” I whispered. “But sorry doesn’t take the videos down. Sorry doesn’t erase the comments. Sorry doesn’t make strangers forget what they saw. Sorry doesn’t give me back my body. Sorry doesn’t give me back my trust. Sorry doesn’t give me back Noah.” He made a sound—low, wounded. “Ivy—” “Go,” I said. “Please. Just go.”