I Quotes
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“I’m sorry I’m here, waiting in the dark like this, Johnathon. I had to be sure I could slip away if you were not alone. Of course, I doubt a statement like that would put anyone at else.”
Source: The Never Hero
“I'm sorry, I'm not myself. Or rather I am myself, my new self.”
Source: The Message To The Planet
“I'm sorry I'm not your cup of tea," said no espresso ever.”
“I'm sorry I'm so pathetic," he thought, and then realized he had also said it.
Beth laughed, so lightly and so kindly that Denis felt it in his chest, not his stomach.
Can I tell you a secret?"
Yes, tell me all your secrets Denis kept to himself.
Beth leaned in, whispered: "All boys are pathetic.”
Source: I Love You, Beth Cooper
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I did that to you. I’m sorry I did all those things to you over all of these years. I’m sorry I took my anger out on you. I’m sorry that I repeated the abuse Chaos had given me onto you. I’m just so sorry!”
Source: Chaos: Deathly Beginnings
“I'm sorry I made you hate me.
To be honest, I hate me too.”
Source: I Took a Plane to Die in Denver
“I'm sorry.
I missed you.
Are you still....you?”
“I'm sorry, I mouthed to him before I said out loud, "The file's exactly where it should be. Stuck so far up your ass that it'll never see the light of day again.”
Source: Captive
“I'm sorry. I never pray to god.”
“I'm sorry! I really am! I wanted to get out of this place! I want to live! I want to get away from here and never see it again! I hate everything about it!"
"You will hate the next place, too," I said. "What you are you will carry with you.”
Source: The Proving Trail
“I'm sorry, I really didn't mean for this to happen. You deserve someone far better than me. Someone who is free to give you what you want.”
“I'm sorry I ruined your homecoming."
He kissed me once more and then shook his head. "The only thing that could ruin this is not being with you.”
Source: The Spell Master
“I'm sorry," I said, "did you just say elections are about hope?”
Source: The Good Father
“I'm sorry," I said. "I guess I don't know my own strength."
"What are you talking about -- that was awesome!" the bridge of his nose was all puffy and swollen and his left eye was starting to bruise. "In fact, I'm going to tell the front desk to give you a free class.”
Source: Let's Not Do That Again
“I'm sorry," I said.
"You didn't do nothing," he said in surprise.
"I can be sorry even if it's not my fault."
He looked at me as if this were a new idea for him.”
Source: In the Cut
“I’m sorry,” I say, bringing my hand over my mouth. “I’m so sorry, Erik.”
Erik shakes his head. “I’m useless to you now,” he says. “I have no army for you, Theo. I can’t lead a battalion. I’m not even sure I could lead the way out of this tent.”
“You’re blind,” Heron says, finding his voice again finally.
“Half,” Erik says, motioning to the swollen eye. “This one should heal, I think. But with no depth perception and a narrower field of vision—”
“No,” Heron says. “I mean you’re blind—you aren’t dead. You want to help, you want to save your people, then do it. You don’t have to lead an army to do that.”
Source: Ember Queen
“I’m sorry I smacked you,” she said.
He stopped humming. “Just be glad you hit me and not Alec. He would have hit you back.”
Source: City of Bones
“I'm sorry I started all this by trying to fly and I'd take it back if I could but I can't, so please think of it from my point of view: if you die I will have a dead brother and it will be me instead of you who suffers.
Justin thought of his brother on that warm summer day, standing up on the windowsill holding both their futures, light and changeable as air, in his outstretched arms.
Of course, Justin thought, I'm part of his fate just as he's part of mine. I hadn't considered it from his point of view. Or from the point of view of the universe, either. It's just a playing field crammed full of cause and effect, billions of dominoes, each knocking over billions more, setting off trillions of actions every second. A butterfly flaps its wings in Africa and my brother in Luton thinks he can fly.
The child nodded. A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.”
Source: Just in Case
“I'm sorry. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain.”
“I'm sorry. I've been trying not to say that, because it's not fair. But... I couldn't let you stand there looking like... like you do when someone gives you a compliment and you don't believe it. I'm trying not to pressure you, Sophie, I know you're not sure about any of this. But... I'm so tired of trying to hide the fact that the only name I want to see on my lists... is yours.”
Source: Flashback
“I'm sorry I've made you so unhappy.
Don't be sorry for that. Be sorry that you made me so happy. That's what hurts, woman. That you made me so happy.”
Source: THE PILLARS OF THE EARTH
“I'm sorry I was awful. I'm so full of terrors.”
Source: The Sacred and Profane Love Machine
“I’m sorry I was breaking
apart when you met me
I’m sorry you tried to hold
a thousand pieces of nothing
I’m sorry my eyes were kaleidoscopes
fractured mirrors unable to see you
I’m sorry I love you
is three words, not one
I’m sorry time intervened
and made fragments of us”
“I’m sorry I was only able to give you a twig when you deserved an entire forest,’ I whimpered, the words weighing on my chest like a sandbag.”
Source: Royals
“I'm sorry I was short with him--but I don't like a man to approach me telling me it for my sake.
"Maybe it was," said Wylie
"It's poor technique."
"I'd all for it," said Wylie. "I'm vain as a woman. If anybody pretends to be interested in me, I'll ask for more. I like advice."
Stahr shook his head distastefully. Wylie kept on ribbing him--he was one of those to whom this privilege was permitted. "You fall for some kinds of flattery," he said. "this 'little Napoleon stuff.'"
"It makes me sick," said Stahr, "but it's not as bad as some man trying to help you."
"If you don't like advice, why do you pay me?"
"That's a question of merchandise," said Stahr. "I'm a merchant. I want to buy what's in your mind."
"You're no merchant," said Wylie. "I knew a lot of them when I was a publicity man, and I agree with Charles Francis Adams."
"What did he say?"
"He knew them all--Gould, Vanderbilt, Carnegie, Astor--and he said there wasn't one he'd care to meet again in the hereafter. Well--they haven't improved since then, and that's why I say you're no merchant."
"Adams was probably a sourbelly," said Stahr. "He wanted to be head man himself, but he didn't have the judgement or else the character."
"He had brains," said Wylie rather tartly.
"It takes more than brains. You writers and artists poop out and get all mixed up, and somebody has to come in and straighten you out." He shrugged his shoulders. "You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them--always thinking people are so important-especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it--on the inside.”
Source: The Last Tycoon
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
He takes my face in his hands. “I’m not. I’m not sorry I met you. I’m not sorry I fell in love with you. I have no regrets, Zahra, and neither should you. I love you.”
Source: The Forbidden Wish
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. My cold lips fumble the words.
“Don’t be.” His voice is a low rumble against me, the sound carrying through my bones, clearer than any of the voices I’ve been hearing. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”
Source: These Broken Stars
“I'm sorry if Fox news hasn't told you this.... that doesn't mean it's not true.”
“I’m sorry if...I get too personal, if I make you uncomfortable, but writing is like one of the seven deadly sins, like Sharing on Mr. Rogers, and once you get the bug you’re trapped in The Neighborhood of Make-Believe forever.”
“I’m sorry if I’ve seemed less than all in. I have a history of falling head over heels too quickly. I’m scared I’m doing the same here.”
“Then let me fall first, Briar. I can catch you when it’s your turn.”
Source: The Lies We Tell
“i'm sorry
if i
wasn't
the daughter
you had
in mind
-i only ever wanted to make you proud-”
Source: The Princess Saves Herself in This One
“I'm sorry if me being turned on turns you on.”
Source: The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
“I'm sorry if this sounds harsh or surprises anyone, but this is where we are. If you want the outcome to be different, you will have to do something about it.”
Source: Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead
“I'm sorry. It feels like the moment calls for some humor. You're ranting and dressed like Elmo.
The Cookie Monster.
Whatever, Rashid”
Source: Insurrections: Stories
“I’m sorry it hurts, Nadine,” he whispered, gently stroking her face. “But this is all I have to give you, and I love seeing you try to take it.”
Source: Raise the Blood
“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m a little surprised.’
‘Oh? Why are you surprised, dear?’
‘Well, I…Frankly, I’m surprised because Miss Helen’s request concerning Rick appears very sincere. I’m surprised someone would desire so much a path that would leave her in loneliness.’
‘And that’s what surprises you?’
‘Yes. Until recently, I didn’t think that humans could choose loneliness. That there were sometimes forces more powerful than the wish to avoid loneliness.”
Source: Klara and the Sun
“I'm sorry it's not Mark - it could've been. It should've been. It might've meant something. Maybe not much, but certainly more.”
Source: The Princess Diarist
“I'm sorry it took me so long to see you, Alina. But I see you now.”
Source: Shadow and Bone
“I'm sorry.'
It was those two words that shattered me. Shattered me in a way I didn't know I could still be broken, a rending of every tether and leash.
Stay with the High Lord. The Suriel's last warning. Stay... and live to see everything righted.
A lie. A lie, as Rhys had lied to me. Stay with the High Lord.
Stay.
For there... the torn scraps of the mating bond. Floating on a phantom wind inside me. I grasped at them- tugged at them, as if he'd answer.
Stay. Stay, stay, stay.
I clung to those scraps and remnants, clawing at the voice that lurked beyond.
Stay.
I looked up at Tarquin, lip curling back from my teeth. Looked at Helion. And Thesan. And Beon and Kallias, Viviane weeping at his side. And I snarkled, 'Bring him back.'
Blank faces.
I screamed at them, 'BRING HIM BACK.'
Nothing.
'You did it for me,' I said, breathing hard. 'Now do it for him.'
'You were human,' Helion said carefully. 'It is not the same-'
'I don't care. Do it.' When they didn't move, I rallied the dregs of my power, readying to rip into their minds and force them, not caring what rules or laws it broke. I wouldn't care, only if-
Tarquin stepped forward. He slowly extended his hand toward me.
'For what he gave,' Tarquin said quietly. 'Today and for many years before.'
And as the seed of light appeared in his palm... I began crying again. Watched it drop onto Rhys's bare throat and vanish onto the skin beneath, an echo of light flaring once.
Helion stepped forward. That kernel of light in his hand flickered as it fell onto Rhys's skin.
Then Kallias. And Thesan.
Until only Beron stood there.
Mor drew her sword and laid it on his throat. He jerked, having not seen her move. 'I do not mind making one more kill today,' she said.
Beron gave her a withering glare, but shoved off the sword and strode forward. He practically chucked that fleck of light onto Rhys. I didn't care about that, either.
I didn't know the spell, the power it came from. But I was High Lady.
I held out my palm. Willing the spark of life to appear. Nothing happened.
I took a steadying breath, remembering how it had looked. 'Tell me how,' I growled to no one.
Thesan coughed and stepped forward. Explaining the core of power and on and on and I didn't care, but I listened, until-
There. Small as a sunflower seed, it appeared in my palm. A bit of me- my life.
I laid it gently on Rhys's blood-crusted throat.
And I realised, just as he appeared, what was missing.
Tamlin stood there, summoned by either the death of a fellow High Lord or one of the others around me. He was splattered in mud and gore, his new bandolier of knives mostly empty.
He studied Rhys, lifeless before me. Studied all of us- the palms still out.
There was no kindness on his face. No mercy.
'Please,' was all I said to him.
Then Tamlin glanced between us- me and my mate. His face did not change.
'Please,' I wept. 'I will- I will give you anything-'
Something shifted in his eyes at that. But not kindness. No emotion at all.
I laid my head on Rhysand's chest, listening for any kind of heartbeat through that armour.
'Anything,' I breathed to no one in particular. 'Anything.'
Steps scuffed on the rocky ground. I braced myself for another set of hands trying to pull me away, and dug my fingers in harder.
The steps remained behind me for long enough that I looked.
Tamlin stood there. Staring down at me. Those green eyes swimming with some emotion I couldn't place.
'Be happy, Feyre,' he said quietly.
And dropped that final kernel of light onto Rhysand.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“I'm sorry, Ivy. I know it must sound ungrateful, selfish even, ending a relationship I could have stayed in when you had no choice about yours.”
Source: Ivy and Abe
“I'm sorry l haven 't talked to you in so long.
I feel l've been lost... no bearings, no compass. I kept crashing into things, a little crazy, I guess. l've never been lost before. You were my true north.
l could always steer for home when you were my home. Forgive me for being so angry when you left. l still think some mistake's been made... and l'm waiting for God to take it back.
But l'm doing better now. The work helps me. Most of all, you help me.
You came into my dream last night with that smile that always held me like a lover... rocked me like a child. All l remember from the dream is a feeling of peace. l woke up with that feeling and tried to keep it alive as long as l could.
l'm writing to tell you that l'm on a journey toward that peace. And to tell you l'm sorry about so many things. l'm sorry l didn't take better care of you so that you never spent one minute being cold or scared or sick.
I'm sorry I didn't try harder to find the words to tell you what I was feeling.
I'm sorry I never fixed the screen door. I fixed it now.
I'm sorry I ever fought with you. I'm sorry I didn't apologize more.
I was too proud.
I'm sorry I didn't bring you more compliments on everything you wore and every way you fixed your hair.
I'm sorry I didn't hold on to you with so much strength that even God couldn't pull you away.
All my love.”
Source: Message in a Bottle
“I'm sorry,Lena”
Source: Hana
“I'm sorry," Leon said. "I can see you loved your two friends and you miss them, and maybe they're flying around somewhere in the sky, zipping here and there and being spirits and happy. But you and I and three billion other people are not, and until it changes here it won't be enough, Phil; not enough. Despite the supreme heavenly father. He has to do something for us here, and that's the truth. If you believe in the truth--well, Phil, that's the truth. The harsh, unpleasant truth.”
Source: Radio Free Albemuth
“I'm sorry'--like 'I love you'--like many phrases--means more than one thing, even on its surface. So people get confused what they're saying and what they're hearing when the words 'I'm sorry' are spoken...
But even when you're clear which kind of 'sorry' is in play, the words of an apology only mean what they are invested with. 'I'm sorry' is the vessel. What's inside the 'sorry' container makes all the difference.”
“I'm sorry,' Locke said as his cards fluttered down. 'That was another shitty thing to say. Gods, when did we discover how easy it is to be cruel to one another?'
'You're right,' Jean said softly. 'I'm not Chains and I'm certainly not your mother. I shouldn't push you.'
'No, you should. [...] You were right. I behaved terribly, and I can understand if you're still... nervous about me. I was so wrapped up in what I'd lost, I forgot what I still had. I'm glad you still worry enough about me to kick my arse when I need it.'
'I, ah, look - I apologize as well. I just—'
'Dammit, don't interrupt me when I'm feeling virtuously self-critical.”
Source: Red Seas Under Red Skies
“I’m sorry,' [Marty] said unexpectedly.
“Huh?”
“That we never got to perform that duet together. Don’t you remember? For the Spring Concert?”
“Oh, yeah. What was that song we were going to sing?” I asked.
She placed her right hand on her hip and mock-pouted at me. “James Garraty, don’t tell me you forgot.”
I gave her an impish who, me look. When she smiled, I said in a more serious tone: “‘Somewhere,’ from West Side Story.” I hummed the song’s first measure; it sounded a half-octave off key.
Marty frowned. “You haven’t practiced lately,” she said disapprovingly.
“No, I haven’t,” I said, and as I said it waves of melancholy washed over me like a cold dark tide. Marty saw my expression change; she walked up to me and placed her arm around my shoulder comfortingly.
“I know,” she said softly, “how much you were looking forward to it, Jim. I was looking forward to singing that duet with you, too.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Really. You’re a terrific singer. Who wouldn’t want to sing a duet with you?”
“I bet,” I said, “you say that to all the boys.”
She laughed. My heart jumped as it usually did when she laughed. A thought clicked in my brain: What was it I’d written just a while ago? You are the one person who has the ability to brighten up a sour day. You have always managed to make me return a smile to someone else.”
Source: Reunion: A Story: A Novella
“I'm sorry, mom. I have some bad news. I guess I messed up somehow, somewhere along the way. I didn't manage to become a princess. I became a fujoshi instead.”
Source: Princess Jellyfish 2-in-1 Omnibus, Vol. 1
“i'm sorry...no followers please”
“I’m sorry. No.” Her mouth continued to move, too fast, pouring out a stream of
explanation and apology.
Jim didn’t need to understand all the words. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, but no,” they all said.”
Source: After the End
“I’m sorry no one in this world could love you the way you deserved...I’m sorry I wasn’t better”
Source: Tales of the Sibling Not-So-Grim