Quotes For Say Sorry Novels & Stories

Grandpa's words were like a punch to the gut. His words echoed the cruel insults Lucas Blackwood had hurled at me. The pain of being used and degraded resurfaced, and I felt a lump forming in my throat. “I'm sorry,” was all I could manage to say. “Sorry? Is that supposed to make everything better? I raised you to learn from your mother's mistakes, Zara! Tell me who he is! He has to take responsibility!”

“Sorry, I’m just not used to it.” After speaking, I reluctantly placed my leg back, saying softly, “Sorry to trouble you...”

“Do you not know how to watch where you’re going?” I opened my mouth, ready to apologize, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I stared back at him, trying to shake off the shock. “I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—” “Sorry?” he scoffed, stepping closer until he was towering over me. “You think ‘sorry’ cuts it? Maybe next time, try paying attention instead of wandering around like you own the place.” His arrogance hit me like a slap, and suddenly, my embarrassment morphed into irritation. My brows furrowed as I tried to keep my voice steady. “Look, I said I’m sorry. It was an accident. I wasn’t exactly expecting you to be in the way.”

“Shh... don’t cry. I’m fine.” “Sorry, please forgive me. I— I was such a fool for not believing what you said. I— you deserve to hate me. I’m the one who caused it all. It feels like a thousand times. I apologize, it’s never enough just remember that you’re the one suffering here.”

She made sarcastic remarks in her apology. "Eva," she began, her voice raspy with a hint of vulnerability, "I owe you a sincere apology. The rumors I circulated about you were unfounded and hurtful. Looking back, I realize I acted out of ignorance and misplaced judgment. I never took the time to understand your perspective."

Then they’d see it. Their eyes would drop to my neck. Their fαces would chαnge. "Oh... I’m so sorry. We’ve just filled the position." Or... "Pleαse‚ forgive me. We didn’t reαlize. Lunα." Or... "We’re not worthy to hire someone like you. So sorry‚ Lunα."

But he implores softly, "I'm sorry for everything, Whitney. I really am—" I cut him off, frustration coursing through my veins. "You've been saying that for years now. I think it's high time you stop using those exact words. You're sorry? Sorry doesn't fix any of the shit you caused," my voice shakes with anger. "It doesn't repair the damage done to me. It doesn't bring back the time I had a nice family. Sorry means nothing." His eyes soften with sorrow and for a second, I feel pity for him. But then I quickly shove aside that manipulative emotion. He doesn't deserve my pity. He brought this upon himself.

“Call her. Say, ‘Baby, I’m sorry I was an asshole. I love you’, but for Christsake don’t qualify it.” “Qualify it, meanin’ what?” “Don’t tack on, ‘I was an asshole because I’m under stress’, just apologize. Period.” They stared at each other. “That’s it?” “Sometimes the smallest gestures have the biggest impact.” “Can’t be that easy,” Trevor muttered, snatching the phone. He faced out the driver’s side window but didn’t lower his voice. “Hey, Chass. No. Nothin’s wrong. I just wanted to say…I’m sorry. You know, for earlier today. In the barn. I was a jerk.” When Trevor started to tack on, “Because…”

" Don't let the city change you. Be Becca. Be bold like the old you. Don't say sorry for nothing." "I miss you Grammy..." "Oh well, it doesn't seem so. Who called who?" "I'm sorry. I've been busy with work and school..." I feel a little sad and ashamed for letting those words out of my mouth. "Since when are you too busy for your Grammy?" "Sorry I didn't mean that..." She clicks loudly. "Ugh! There you go again with that sorry word..." "Sorry..." We both chuckle. "I miss you, baby," she says softly.

She told me in a voice much calmer now. I shook my head. “No. You are not.” I agreed easily. Martina sighed. “I am sorry. I was worried earlier. Unsavory thoughts came to mind, and I panicked. Forgive me.” I told her in a low voice when I came around. Martina nodded. “Apology accepted. You should leave. I am sure you are tired and would like to rest.” I heard a hint of bitterness in Martina’s voice and could not help but secretly smile.