Romans & histoires Quotes For Say Sorry

Ethlyn kept smiling ear to ear by reading all the notes that she had received, either through chocolates, fruits, flowers, or something else. 'Chocolate says 'I'm sorry' so much better than words.' * 'I'm sorry for my awful behavior! I will not act that way again.' * 'Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand.' * 'One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.'

He just stopped in front of the car they were using. "Give it to me. I'll just take care of it. It's mine," it's serious language again. "Hey, are you angry with me? Please tell me, okay? I'm so sorry. Maybe you're just annoyed with what I said earlier. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be insulting you besides I should even be thankful to you because if it wasn't for you, I think I already died. So I'm sorry," Dindo repeatedly apologizing her

Beatrice pleaded. "Sorry? Beatrice, you have no right to use such a word with me. Sorry?" I scoffed. "That's a word you use when you spill soup on someone's clothes. Sorry is what you say when your mother pricks her finger with a needle or when you see a person that stumbled and fell. That's when you say sorry!" I frowned. While I took time to catch my breath, I heard her whisper in a low tone. "Please forgive me, my lady."

Hanna‘s Pov “Sorry… sorry , I shouldn't have come in, but I knocked and you didn't hear. I…I'll be back another time.” – I tried to reverse the shit I had done. “I'm the one who apologizes, Hanna! I've always lived alone so I never close doors. I'm sorry . You can stay, I'll put on some clothes and I'll be right back"

“Well, you told me you would show me around town since I just returned.” “Oh that’s true, I am so sorry, it totally escaped my mind but I will try my best to create time to do that, Forgive me please.” I said and he held my hands on the table saying, “I am not angry and stop saying sorry all the time like you did something wrong.” “I am sorry, I am just used to the word sorry.” “And you are using the word again.” We started laughing about it. “So tell me, what do you like to do when free?”

To Alexandra: “Alexandra, I apologize for using you and causing you pain. You deserved better than I could ever give.” To Emilio: “Emilio, I am deeply sorry for hurting your sister. I have no right to ask for forgiveness, but please know that I regret my actions every day.” To Pietro: “Pietro, I am sorry for causing you so much trouble. You are a better man than I could ever be. Please show Skylar and my sons the love that my messed up mind was could not give them.”

Indifference toward my best self left me deeply tired and soul-worn. A buzz came from my phone. It shook on the table there. Marcus Lang “Sarah, I need for to say I'm sorry to you.” An unexpected situation prevented my attendance at dinner for today. I was unable to go. I apologize. I must have given you information sooner than this. I am sorry. The message was stared at by none other than me. No explanation. No effort. It only vaguely excuses, cloaking itself in corporate diplomacy. It was the kind of message that meant even less than and cost nothing.

“What are you apologizing for. I want you state three things you’re actually sorry for. Humor me.” “I didn’t know this would be a quiz,“ she scoffed, “well, I apologize for not doing a better job at protecting your child, I would’ve never thought Ruth was a psychopath. I am sorry for all the times I was rude to you, I had my son’s interest at heart as I do now.”

Why on earth could I not control my tongue since today? He didn't say anything. If he was annoyed about my retort, I didn't know. I rushed to apologize. "Oh my God, I am so sorry. I didn't mean it. I don't even know why I said that. I'm sorry." "Ah." At this point, I had nothing more to say. "Sorry." "You're nervous. We are all bound to be defensive when we are nervous." What could I even say to that? He opened his laptop.

I needed to open my heart and mind to accept the mistake, and choose hope and love instead of anger and bitterness. I could feel his presence even before he spoke, a gentle reassurance amidst the heavy silence that enveloped us. His words cut through the stillness, carrying with them a weight of remorse and sincerity. "I know you are awake," he began, his voice soft and apologetic, "I just wanted to say sorry." The tenderness in his tone tugged at my heart, stirring a mixture of emotions within me. "I'm sorry," he continued, each word laced with genuine regret, "I'm sorry if I raised my voice, if I said anything that upset you. I truly didn't mean to." His admission of fault echoed in the ai