Sorry That I Hurt You Quotes Novels & Stories

"These days the word sorry is so meaningless and overused. Saying sorry doesn't fix the heartbreak you have caused, the added fear and worry to someone, sorry is just a word. To say sorry to me would be like covering a bullet hole with a band-aid, breaking me again yet expecting everything to be fixed. "I do not care Mike. You just behave like a time machine, or better a ghost. You disappear when you are needed the most and now appear when life seems to go better for the loves you have ruined. My body lost its strength long ago. My mind shattered and the rest of me followed suit. Without the hatred i have for you i will be nothing, because it is because of this hatred i had moved on with my

I feel like I'm going to explode with anger. “I-I... I'm sorry...” "I'm sorry. I'm sorry?!” I pushed him. I pointed to him. "Sorry? I'm sorry?" I started to cry because I felt like I wanted to break free. "Do you think that sorry will get rid of all the pain you've caused me? You ruined me!” “F-Foria... I-I don't—”

his voice had gone dangerously cold. I stuttered, stumbling over my words as I tried to change the topic. “I– who– who do you think I'm talking about? Who is your psychotic girlfriend? I mean– I mean I–” “I'm sorry.” He said all of a sudden, cutting me off. “What?” I asked him confusedly. His voice carried a certain weight of sadness as he spoke now. “I am so sorry that I hurt you in the past, I don't want you to hate me like this and I really want to patch things up but… it can't be helped. I will have to hurt you again.”

he asks with a hint of admonishment, like he is talking to a teenager who cussed him out under their breath. “I said, HURT. I’m not pissed, I’m hurt. You abandoned me. Just like everyone else I ever loved. Only, they died, you chose to leave. So do me a favour and leave again. This time, stay away.” I scream and burst into tears. I regretted the last bit as soon as it left my mouth. Please don’t go, don’t leave me alone again. I’m sorry.

I just smile then I nod. 'I'm ready.' **Everybody is going to hurt you, you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for - ***

I hated you and I hated the fact that you sat there and watched me talk about the girl in his past like a fool! Tears were now rolling down Scarlet’s face as her heart ached and felt like it was being ripped apart, “I never meant to hurt him. I swear I was broken too. My life fell apart and believe me when I say he was the second person to really make me smile. Words can’t express how sorry I am.” “Second?”

“I’m the one who’s been with you through everything. Not him. Me. I love you, Ivy. I’ve always loved you. Don’t let some half-remembered dream come between us.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He was truly unbelievable. "Sorry? Sorry for nearly destroying me? Sorry for the lies? Sorry for the betrayal? Sorry for taking everything away from me?! Do you think a mere apology can undo the countless things you've done? Of course not. You can't bring it all back, not my shattered dignity. You can never restore the happiness I yearned for after you scarred it. I've already healed from the wounds you inflicted, and now you want me back? Dude, that's far from cool," I retorted, my anger seething. As I struggled to free myself from his grasp, I shouted, "Let go of me, you bastard!"

“Nothing I ever say or do makes sense. I’m the dumbest human to exist and that’s why I couldn’t handle a simple personal assistant job on my own.” “I said I was sorry for doing that. Why do you keep bringing it up every time? Do you think I don’t regret some of the things I’ve done? Do you think I don’t think of the ways I’ve hurt you all the time?” “This is how you regret it, huh?” She scoffed. “By saying hurtful things like this?”

“I’m sorry I avoided you, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you. I’ve been acting like a child.” “Listen to me right now, mate.” I command, “you’ve got to stop beating yourself up for this. I know you’re sorry, I know how overwhelmed you must be feeling and I understand.” “I feel like I haven’t done anything but hurt you since you found me.” She whispers. “Well that’s where you’re wrong.” I correct her, “it hasn’t been easy, but I’ve done my fair share of hurting too.” “But-“ “You’ve given me so much more good than I ever dreamed.” I interrupt. “And even if you hadn’t, I’d rather spend every day being hurt by you than live without you.”