I Quotes
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“I’m sorry, but I spent too much time getting over you just to fall back into this destructive pattern all over again. Who knows how long we’d go before growing sick of each other?”
Source: Royals
“I'm sorry...but not about what happened. Using the ID is the reason I met you. I'll never be
sorry for that.”
Source: Crushes, Friends, & Us
“I’m sorry, but there is nothing – nothing – that squeezes my lemons more than people saying that.”
Source: The Echo Chamber
“I’m sorry, but your friend is gone. Now, you need to get your shit together or we all gonna be gone, too.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“I'm sorry, Caulder, but I'm not ready for another relationship. I don't know if I ever will be ready.” Saying this to him now hurt as much as a slug to her abdomen. But it had to be said.
“Then we don't have one. We're business partners first, and I'll respect your wishes. I won't stand in your way, and I won't pursue you. I'll pretend I don't want to kiss your lips.” His eyes lingered on the aforementioned. “You being in the stands photographing or videotaping my every move will mean nothing to me.” He laughed. “Dammit, I don’t believe that myself. It is what it is, Velia.”
Source: Howdy, Ma'am
“I'm sorry.
"Don't be." he elbows my side. Half smiles.
No, I think, hoping he hears my remorse. I've spent my life hating that all people saw was my birthmark. They took one look at me and put me in a category and never took the time to really see me for me.
"You still don't get it." He shakes his head. "You think people need to look past your mirrormark to see you. But your mark is a part of you. Love isn't about ignoring the pieces we don't like. It's about accepting the complete and beautiful whole. See yourself as I see you. Inside and out."
I'm speechless--thoughtless. Ky...”
Source: Unraveling
“I'm sorry Donatella wounded you so badly,' Evangeline said. And she meant it. She imagined Jacks was probably leaving a few things out, but she believed his hurt was genuine. 'Maybe the stories have it wrong and there's another true love waiting for you.'
Jacks laughed derisively. 'Are you saying this because you think you can be her?' He eyed Evangeline through the bars, gaze bordering on indecent. 'Do you want to kiss me, Little Fox?'
Something new and terrible knotted up inside her. 'No, that's not what I'm saying.'
'You don't sound too sure about that. You might not like me, but I bet you'd like it if I kissed you.' His eyes went to her lips, and the heat that swept across her mouth felt like the beginning of a kiss.
'Jacks, stop it,' she demanded. He didn't really want to kiss her. He was just teasing her to deflect the pain. 'I know what you're doing.'
'I doubt it.' He smiled, flashing his dimples as he ran his tongue over the tip of a very sharp and long incisor, looking suddenly thoughtful. 'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay like this. I rather like these.'
'You also like daylight.' Evangeline reminded him.
'I could probably live without the sun if I could trade it for other things.' He cocked his head. 'I wonder... if I were to become a true vampire, perhaps my kiss wouldn't be fatal anymore.' His fangs lengthened. 'You could let me bite you and we could try it out.'
Another piercing lick of heat, this time right beneath her jaw, then her wrist, and a few other intimate places she'd have never thought anyone would bite.
Evangeline blushed from her neck down to her collarbone. 'We're not talking about biting,' she said hotly.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“I'm sorry Elena. I know that you want to help, but put yourself in her shoes, everything that happened tonight was to save you and that's OK because she loves you so much. But somehow she's always the one who gets hurt.”
Source: Vreden och Återkomsten
“I'm sorry, Evie. You're going to have to go into great detail on every position that occured last night. It's girl code.”
Source: My Hookup Girl
“I'm sorry. For all of us. Sorry for all the little ways the people who were supposed to love us most could hurt us so deeply, despite their shared heritage and blood, as thought their knowledge of our pasts gave them unlimited access to all the most tender places, the old wounds that could be so easily reopened with no more than a glance, a comment, a passing reminder of all the ways in which we failed to live up to their expectations.”
Source: The Summer of Chasing Mermaids
“I’m sorry for hurting you. I know I did. I’m most likely dead now, and I guess if there’s any kind of fairness in the afterlife I’m probably in hell getting roasted. But if that’s where I am, I want you to know, I still love you. Always did. Love, Caine”
“I'm sorry for ignoring you but that's all I can do. Iloveyou”
“I'm sorry for kissing you."
"Don't say that," I say. "Don't say you're sorry for that.”
Source: If He Had Been With Me
“I'm sorry, for... not... protecting you.'
His face blurred as I stared at him. 'The blood wasn't pouring from the wound as freely now. 'You have protected me. You still will.'
'I... didn't.' His gaze trekked over my shoulder to where Lord Mazeen stood. 'I... failed you... as a man. Forgive me.'
'There's nothing to forgive you for,' I cried. 'You've done nothing wrong.'
His dulling eyes fixed on me. 'Please.'
'I forgive you.' I rocked forward, dropping my forehead to his. 'I forgive you. I do. I forgive you.'
Vikter shuddered.
'Please don't,' I whispered. 'Please don't leave me. lease. I can't. I can't do this without you. Please.'
His hand slipped from mine.
I drew in air, but it went nowhere as I lifted my head, looking down at him. I frantically searched his face. His eyes were open, his lips parted, but he didn't see me. He didn't see anything anymore.
'Vikter?' I pressed down on his chest, feeling for his heart, for just a beat. That's all I wanted to feel. Just a heartbeat. Please. 'Vikter?'
My name was whispered softly. It was Hawke. He placed his hand over mine. I looked at him and shook my head.
'No.'
'I'm sorry,' he said, gently lifting my hand. 'I'm so sorry.'
'No,' I repeated, my breath now coming in short, rapid pants. 'No.”
Source: From Blood and Ash
“I’m sorry for sisters in France who have to deal with this. And I hope that you won’t compromise. I mean, anything that you’re going to learn in those schools you can learn from home anyway. I would tell the sisters in France that you are already greater teachers than your instructors in those classrooms. And the lessons that you are teaching to the people of France, to the society of France, by your continued compliance with the dignity and the modesty of Islam, those are far more important and far more beneficial lessons for your society than anything they want to teach you.”
“I'm sorry."
"For what?" She stood.
"I had no intention of letting that go so far."
"I had no intention of stopping until it did."
He laughed and shook his head. "You're making it hard to leave, you know."
That was her plan. Ally cocked a brow. "Am I? Sorry..." She wasn't sorry one little bit.”
Source: Night with a SEAL
“I'm sorry," Gansey said, not looking at her as she leaned on the car beside him. "That was very rude."
Blue thought of a few things to reply, but couldn't say any of them out loud. She felt like one of the night birds had gotten inside her. It tumbled and fumbled every time she breathed.
He's going to die; this is going to hurt--
But she touched his neck, right where his hair was cut evenly above the collar of his shirt. He was very still. His skin was hot, and she could very, very faintly feel his pulse beneath her thumb. It wasn't like when she was with Adam. She didn't have to guess what to do with her hands. They knew. This was what it should have felt like with Adam. Less like playacting and more like a foregone conclusion.
He closed his eyes and leaned, just a little, so that her palm was flat on his neck, fingers sprawled from his ear to his shoulder.
Everything in Blue was charged. Say something. Say something.
Gansey lifted her hand gently from his skin, holding it as formally as a dance. He put it against his mouth.
Blue froze. Absolutely still. Her heart didn't beat. She didn't blink. She couldn't say don't kiss me. She couldn't even form don't.
He just leaned his cheek and the edge of his mouth against her knuckles, and then set her hand back.
"I know," he said. "I wouldn't."
Her skin burned with the memory of his mouth. The thrashing bird of her heart shivered and shivered again. "Thank's for remembering."
He looked back over the valley. "Oh, Jane."
"Oh, Jane, what?"
"He didn't want me to, did you know? He told me not to try to get you to come to the table that night at Nino's. I had to talk him into it. And then I made such an idiot of myself--" He turned back to her. "What are you thinking?"
She just looked at him. That I went out with the wrong boy. That I destroyed Adam tonight for no reason at all. That I'm not sensible at all--"I thought you were an asshole."
Gallantly, he said, "Thank God for past tense." Then: "I can't--we can't do this to him."
It was jagged inside her. "I'm not a thing. To have."
"No. Jesus. Of course you're not. But you know what I mean."
She did. And he was right. They couldn't do this to him. She shouldn't do it to herself, anyway. But how it made a disaster of her chest and her mouth and her head.
"I wish you could be kissed, Jane," he said. "Because I would beg one off you. Under all this." He flailed an arm toward the stars. "And then we'd never say anything about it again.”
Source: The Dream Thieves
“I'm sorry, Grady. You weren't the only one who went into this with ulterior motives”
Source: Crash & Burn
“I’m sorry, Grandfather. I’m sorry that this is how it ends for you. I’m sorry that your last words were not ones said surrounded by family and friends. I’m sorry that you died alone in hospice and that you left the world without anyone by your side. I know that it’s too late, but we are here. And whether you can or can’t see us, you were our grandfather and we’ll always love you,” Noah finished.”
Source: Mr. Hinkle's Verum Ink: the navy blue book
“I'm sorry,' he murmured, and my spine tingled. He kissed my neck again. 'I'm sorry.'
I ran a hand down his arm. 'Tamlin,' I started.
'I shouldn't have said those things,' he breathed onto my skin. 'To you or Lucien. I didn't mean any of them.'
'I know,' I said, and his body relaxed against mine. 'I'm sorry I snapped at you.'
'You had every right,' he said, though I technically didn't. 'I was wrong.'
What he said had been true- if he made exceptions, then other faeries would demand the same treatment. And what I had done could be construed as undermining. 'Maybe I was-'
'No. You were right. I don't understand what it's like to be starving- or any of it.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I... uh, hurt your feelings or something."
She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated."
His head snapped back on his spine. Well... then. Okaaaaay.”
“I’m sorry,” he said in a soft voice while leaning closer to her, “for taking liberties earlier. I hope I didn’t offend you.”
“You kissed me,” she answered, equally quietly, then laughed out loud. “I was a little shocked at first, perhaps, but I’m over it.”
“Over it?” His heart sank. Not the reaction he’d hoped. Perhaps he was out of practice.
“I rather enjoyed it, if you must know. It has been a long time since I’ve had such a kiss. Nothing like a bold and lingering kiss. How I’ve missed it. Ah, now you look shocked. Good. I’ve had my revenge.”
Source: Thornbrook Park
“I’m sorry,” he says. No two words were ever truer.
Still, she says nothing. Once a shield, now her taciturnity is brandished like a blade, carving away his sanity. She’s the flaw in the paragon of life—the reason angels choose to dive to their downfalls in fiery comets of stardust.”
Source: Burning Falls
“I'm sorry," he says.
"What? Why?"
"You're fixing everything I set down." He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. "It wasn't polite of me to come in and start touching your things."
"Oh, it's okay," I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. "You can touch anything of mine you want."
He freezes. A funny look runs across his face before I realize what I've said. I didn't mean it like that.
Not that that would be so bad.”
Source: Anna and the French Kiss
“I’m sorry,” he tells me.
I sit down on the bed. He returns to the view of the street below. I follow his gaze and I see the infected walking slowly back and forth.
“It’s okay,” I say.
“Okay,” he says. He nods. “Good.”
He puts the gun under his chin and pulls the trigger.”
Source: This Is Not a Test
“I'm sorry, Hugh. I don't know what came over me."
Hugh pulled her close and curled his body around hers. "I came over you, darling.”
Source: Barbarous
“I’M SORRY
I am developing a new board game. It’s called “I’m Sorry.” It’s also a form of “Self-Help Psychological Therapy!”
You take turns moving around the board like Monopoly. But if you land on a Yellow or Green “I’m Sorry Space”… you have to make a Phone call. Both green and yellow cards are labeled- the same with things like: Your Ex, Parental figure, friend, co-worker, boss, children, etc. You get the point…
If you land on the yellow space, the game stops, everyone gets quiet and you have to call that person up – on speakerphone. You apologize for something you’ve done in your past. Come on you know you are not perfect and you probably screwed up, hurt or disappointed everyone in your past at one time or another. So you call and you apologize. You explain what you did to them wrong if they forgive you, you move forward 10 places and everyone cheers! No forgiveness back- you move back to the beginning.
If you land on the green space- it’s similar. But you call the person up and you try to explain to them how, in someway, they hurt you in the past. If they apologize… cheers and you move forward 10 spaces. No apology… move backward ten spaces. They curse at you- game over.
In the original packaging of the yellow and green cards, are mixed in a set of “I’m Sorry Cards.” If you are lucky enough to get to pick up an “I’m Sorry Card,” it’s like a Get Out of Jail Free Card, and you don’t have to make the call.
The only catch is that the cards come hermetically sealed. After opening up the package, and the cards are exposed to air, all of the “I’m Sorry Cards,” magically turn into “Deal With it Cards!” And so, you really never get a free ride. In reality, every time you pick up a yellow or green card, you have to- Deal with It!
Of course you can always order a new factory set of sealed of “I’m Sorry Cards.” But they only last about 30 minutes and are very expensive, so you’ll have to play fast. Cute Game? Hey, don’t steal my idea!!!”
Source: Mi Vida
“I'm sorry. I behaved like a jerk.
You did.
Is that forgiveness?
I'm not sure. I think it's an acknowledgment of imperfection. And an admission that I believe time is too short to hold a grudge.”
Source: Hidden Paradise
“I'm sorry.'
I blinked. 'What do you possibly have to be sorry for?'
'His hands were shaking- as if in the aftermath of that fury at what Keir had called me, what he'd threatened. Perhaps he'd brought me here before heading home in order to have some privacy before his friends could interrupt. 'I shouldn't have let you go. Let you see that part of us. Of me.' I'd never seen him so raw, so... stumbling.
'I'm fine.' I didn't know what to make of what had been done. Both between us and to Keir. But it had been my choice. To play that role, to wear those clothes. To let him touch me. But... I said slowly, 'We knew what tonight would require of us. Please- please don't start protecting me. Not like that.' He knew what I meant. He'd protected me Under the Mountain, but that primal, male rage he'd just shown Keir... A shattered study splattered in paint flashed through my memory.
Rhys rasped. 'I will never- never lock you up, force you to stay behind. But when he threatened you tonight, when he called you...' Whore. That's what they'd called him. For fifty years, they'd hissed it. I'd listened to Lucien spit the words in his face. Rhys released a jagged breath. 'It's hard to shut down my instincts.'
Instincts. Just like... like someone else had instincts to protect, to hide me away. 'Then you should have prepared yourself better,' I snapped. 'You seemed to be going along just fine with it, until Keir said-'
'I will kill anyone who harms you,' Rhys snarled. 'I will kill them, and take a damn long time doing it.' He panted. 'Go ahead. Hate me- despise me for it.'
'You are my friend,' I said, and my voice broke on the word. I hated the tears that slipped down my face. I didn't even know why I was crying. Perhaps for the fact that it had felt real on that throne with him, even for a moment, and... and it likely hadn't been. Not for him. 'You're my friend- and I understand that you're High Lord. I understand that you will defend your true court, and punish threats against it. But I can't... I don't want you to stop telling me things, inviting me to do things, because of the threats against me.'
Darkness rippled, and wings tore from his back. 'I am not him,' Rhys breathed. 'I will never be him, act like him. He locked you up and let you wither, and die.'
'He tried-'
'Stop comparing. Stop comparing me to him.'
The words cut me short. I blinked.
'You think I don't know how stories get written- how this story will be written?' Rhys put his hands on his chest, his face more open, more anguished than I'd seen it. 'I am the dark lord, who stole away the bride of spring. I am a demon, and a nightmare, and I will meet a bad end. He is the golden prince- the hero who will get to keep you as his reward for not dying of stupidity and arrogance.'
The things I love have a tendency to be taken from me. He'd admitted that to me Under the Mountain.
But his words were kindling to my temper, to whatever pit of fear was yawning open inside of me. 'And what about my story?' I hissed. 'What about my reward? What about what I want?'
'What is it that you want, Feyre?'
I had no answer. I didn't know. Not anymore.
'What is it that you want, Feyre?'
I stayed silent.
His laugh was bitter, soft. 'I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.'
'Perhaps I don't know what I want, but at least I don't hide what I am behind a mask,' I seethed. 'At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes- it's to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it's easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them- who would want to bother with that sort of mess?'
He flinched.
The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I'd hit hard- and deep.
Too hard. Too deep.
'Rhys,' I said.”
“I'm sorry. I can't serve him that item," the waitress said, only somewhat surprising her since she had a pretty good idea why.
"Why not?" she found herself asking anyway out of curiosity to see if she was right.
***
"Because he's a Bradford," the woman explained with a shrug.”
Source: Perfection
“I’m sorry, I cannot live a single cultural, single lingual, single scriptural existence. I want all the cultures and languages, I want all the scriptures and sciences.”
Source: Little Planet on The Prairie: Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim
“I'm sorry I didn't aim higher.'
He looked pointedly down at himself. 'A little higher, or a lot higher?”
Source: The Serpent and the Wings of Night
“I'm sorry I didn't believe you, babe," he whispered to the twisted corpse.”
Source: Low life
“I'm sorry. I didn't know anything about you, but I acted like I did. You know, here, on this street, I'm able to do what I like most. But in the past things were different. I was just like you. I was suffering so much. But there were people who reached out and helped me. The reason why I am who I am today is all thanks to them."
"So what?! Well, good for you! Is that what you wanted to hear from me?!"
"I don't know the details about why you don't have anything you like. But you're just like my past self. I can tell that you're suffering just like I did. That's why... I want to help you!”
Source: Wind Breaker 10
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"
"To speak of it?" asked the K'mir. Diane nodded. "You have to, just to bleed off the poison from the memory.”
Source: Wild Magic
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize they made shoes for emo ballerinas!”
Source: Shipwreck Girl
“I'm sorry I don't conform to your standards of feminine perfection, but I'm quite happy the way I am—anyway, I wasn't born to be buxom.”
Source: The Seduction Stakes
“I'm sorry I dumped my baggage in your lap.'
A corner of his mouth turned up. 'You can dump your baggage in my lap anytime, Quinlan.'
She snorted, shaking her head. 'You made it sound gross.'
'You said it first.”
Source: House of Earth and Blood
“I’m sorry I ever asked you guys to be friends. You don’t have to be friends. You don’t even have to like each other. Forget I said anything.”
Warner drops his crossed arms.
Kenji raises his eyebrows.
“I promise,” I say. “No more forced hangout sessions. No more spending time alone without me. Okay?”
“You swear?” Kenji says.
“I swear.”
“Thank God,” Warner says.
“Same, bro. Same.”
And I roll my eyes, irritated. This is the first thing they’ve managed to agree on in over a week: their mutual hatred of my hopes for their friendship.”
Source: Restore Me
“I’m sorry I failed you, little storm. I’m sorry I loved you too late. But I’m yours. Every piece of me.”
“I’m sorry I got away. I had to. I was terrified of a simple life and I was too young to know that you don't find people like you twice.”
Source: Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Shahrzad said, her eyes luminous.
Khalid slid a hand behind her neck and rested his chin atop her head.
“As am I, joonam,” he whispered. “So very sorry.”
Source: The Wrath and the Dawn
“I'm sorry...I just don't know what's wrong with me..”
“I'm sorry. I just don't want you to ever not see me. I know so many people see me as nothing more than a tool for pain. But the other side of the coin is when people make excuses for everything I do. They blame it on a tragic past. On what I am. As though who you are is defined by what you are.”
•pg.180 - Kovit”
Source: Only Ashes Remain
“I'm sorry. I just meant that all this is new to me. I get lost sometimes." I give her my most honest expression.”
“I’m sorry, I just totally upchucked my emotions right there, didn’t I?”
Source: Once Upon a Sunset
“I'm sorry. I know I said Hi, but I wasn't really prepared for any follow-up conversation.”
“I'm sorry I left without telling you," she says. "I wasn't ready. I wanted it so much, and I wasn't ready for that.”
Source: You Know Me Well
“I’m sorry. I love you.” Words I never used to say, would have never even considered saying, are so easy now. If anyone knows that tomorrow isn’t a given, it’s me. I’ll never hesitate again.”
Source: Breath of Fire
“I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have no time to be a wet-nurse for a bantling.'
To my surprise, he did not flush or draw away in embarrassment. He grinned and winked at me, as if to say I could suckle him any time, and to my horror I felt myself grow red.”
Source: Bitter Greens