sorry

Henry flopped onto his bed, and his steam leaked slowly out. He began telling himself a story in his head. It was about how just and kind and understanding he was. It was about right he had been, how necessary his tone and word choice. It was about a girl who just didn't understand, who was completely ignorant. Then, for some reason, the narrator of the story included an incident in which Henry ha pushed an envelope into a strange place just to see what would happen. It hadn't even been an accident. The incident did not fit with the rest of the story, so Henry tried to ignored it. He couldn't ignore it, so he tried to explain it. Completely different things. The post office was obviously not dangerous. It was yellow. I just wanted to see what the mailman would do. The flashlight was stupid. I didn't shine a flashlight into the post office. She didn't even act sorry. I would have acted sorry. I always act sorry when people get upset. She didn't even care that I probably saved her life. She didn't know. She was unconscious. Oh, shut up.

Never believe you're so great or important, so right or proud, that you cannot kneel at the feet of someone you hurt and offer a humble, sincere apology.

He still loved her__nd every moment that he didn__ have her hurt him deeply. That was why he__ spent the past nine days with a shadow of her soul, why he__ sought to reset the entire universe to have her back.

Apologize!That's the least you can do to try to make right something you have wronged.

Jonah is something. Jonah__ opinion matters. And she doesn__ want him to hurt because of her.She and Jonah will never be what they were. Too much has happened. But maybe they could become something else.She decides to take the first step. __onah,_ she says.He looks over at her. ____ sorry,_ he says, voice low.__on__ be. I forgive you,_ she tells him. It sounds so formal. I forgive you. But it helps to say it out loud.__hanks. I don__ know if I deserve that. But thanks.___ou do. Of course you do._ Hallelujah says it firmly. __nd__ want to._ I__e missed you, she adds silently. She__ not ready to say that part. Not yet.

Where__ Dekka?_ Astrid asked.__n the basement,_ Edilio said. __he kept going for a long time. Her and Orc and Jack. But she__ sick. Tired and sick. And she got a bad burn on one hand. That was it for her. I made her go to Dahra. Lana will_you know, when she__ done with_Man, I__ sorry,_ he said as he began crying again. __ can__ be digging graves. Someone else has to do that, okay? I can__ do that anymore.

Nick leans down and kisses my eyelids. __oving you, Zara, is a full-time job. It__ a great job, don__ get me wrong. It__ the best job in the universe. But it is not easy, because you tend to . . .___et hurt?_ Betty suggests. __ind trouble? Pass out? Break arms?___ll of the above._ Nick laughs.My hand finds Nick__ wrist and I grab onto its thickness. __ou know, I__ the patient here. Where__ the bedside manner? Where__ the sympathy?___ara, sympathy is just a good excuse to buy greeting cards and make sorry eyes and secretly gloat over how glad you are that you aren__ the person whose crap is hanging out there for the world to see,_ Betty says.

Sorry, but at first yeah all lie, but you forgot to say that the truth comes from the lies. (Especially for GreenHollyWood)

He was sorry for himself as well, for he was doomed to find life and identity in death letters.

First off,_ he said, __ want to say I__ sorry about E.Z. He was a good kid. He didn__ deserve_ For a moment he almost lost it as a surge of emotion welled up from nowhere. ____ sorry he died.__omeone sobbed loudly.__ook, I__ going to get right to it: we have three hundred and thirty-two_I__ sorry, three hundred and thirty-one mouths to feed,_ Sam said. He placed his hands on his hips and planted his feet wide apart. __e were already pretty bad off for food supplies. But after the attack by the Coates kids_well, it__ not pretty bad off, anymore, it__ desperate.__e let that sink in. But how much were six-and eight-year-olds really grasping? Even the older kids looked more glazed than alarmed.__hree hundred and thirty-one kids,_ Sam reiterated, __nd food for maybe a week. That__ not a long time. It__ not a lot of food. And as you all know, the food we have is awful.__hat got a response from the audience. The younger kids produced a chorus of gagging and retching sounds.__ll right,_ Sam snapped. __nock it off. The point is, things are really desperate.

I said __ love you so much it__ killing me__nd you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret. As Romeo is dying Juliet says__ am willing to die to remain by your side__nd love was never a static place of restbut the last second of euphoriawhile throwing yourself out from a 20 store windowto be able to say__ flew before I hit the ground_,and it was glorious.Don__ be sorry.The fall was beautiful, dear.The crash was beautiful.

To think I actually talked to the boy who nearly got you killed," Ivy mutters, shuddering with disgust. "I'm so sorry I did.""It's okay. You didn't know," I reassure her as we take a seat on some pool chairs."But you told me before what his appearance was. I should have recognized him!""It's fine, Ivy. Even if you did your best to avoid him, he would've found way to hit on you eventually."Ivy wrinkles her nose at the unfamiliar language. " 'Hit on'? What does that mean?""Flirting. Or, for Dunstan, more like a procedure. He's been hitting on any pretty girl he sees ever since he and Melanie broke up. I don't know if he's doing this to make her jealous or what, but it's really annoying."I look back up to see Ivy go rigid. For some reason she looks classically surprised; her hand is over her mouth, and the rosy blush is back with a vengeance,"Ivy? You okay?"Ivy removes her hand, muttering something so quietly I can't hear it."Sorry?""You called me pretty." The moment those words are said, Ivy stares down at her feet as her face gets brighter."Well, yeah," I murmur, my face hot. "You really are beautiful tonight, Ivy.

They hate us because we are atheists and we feel sorry for them because they are religious.

Tell me you're sorry.Tell me you don't hate me enough to hurt me this way.

The problem with saying or feeling 'sorry' is that it often comes after the damage is already done. (..........and a damage is a damage, small or big, it always leave an ugly mark on one's soul)

I don't break down," she announced. "Got it?"He got it. He was already pulling back, looking ashamed of himself, but somehow he was still holding her wrist."I never break down. I'm a lawyer.

He said 'sorry,' They all fucking say sorry...Sorry is a word, it fixes nothing; it just makes the perpetrator feel a little less like the arsehole he is.

Here__ the thing, people: We have some serious problems. The lights are off. And it seems like that__ affecting the water flow in part of town. So, no baths or showers, okay? But the situation is that we think Caine is short of food, which means he__ not going to be able to hold out very long at the power plant.___ow long?_ someone yelled.Sam shook his head. __ don__ know.___hy can__ you get him to leave?___ecause I can__, that__ why,_ Sam snapped, letting some of his anger show. __ecause I__ not Superman, all right? Look, he__ inside the plant. The walls are thick. He has guns, he has Jack, he has Drake, and he has his own powers. I can__ get him out of there without getting some of our people killed. Anybody want to volunteer for that?"Silence.__eah, I thought so. I can__ get you people to show up and pick melons, let alone throw down with Drake.___hat__ your job,_ Zil said.__h, I see,_ Sam said. The resentment he__ held in now came boiling to the surface. __t__ my job to pick the fruit, and collect the trash, and ration the food, and catch Hunter, and stop Caine, and settle every stupid little fight, and make sure kids get a visit from the Tooth Fairy. What__ your job, Zil? Oh, right: you spray hateful graffiti. Thanks for taking care of that, I don__ know how we__ ever manage without you.___am_,_ Astrid said, just loud enough for him to hear. A warning.Too late. He was going to say what needed saying.__nd the rest of you. How many of you have done a single, lousy thing in the last two weeks aside from sitting around playing Xbox or watching movies?__et me explain something to you people. I__ not your parents. I__ a fifteen-year-old kid. I__ a kid, just like all of you. I don__ happen to have any magic ability to make food suddenly appear. I can__ just snap my fingers and make all your problems go away. I__ just a kid.__s soon as the words were out of his mouth, Sam knew he had crossed the line. He had said the fateful words so many had used as an excuse before him. How many hundreds of times had he heard, ____ just a kid.__ut now he seemed unable to stop the words from tumbling out. __ook, I have an eighth-grade education. Just because I have powers doesn__ mean I__ Dumbledore or George Washington or Martin Luther King. Until all this happened I was just a B student. All I wanted to do was surf. I wanted to grow up to be Dru Adler or Kelly Slater, just, you know, a really good surfer.__he crowd was dead quiet now. Of course they were quiet, some still-functioning part of his mind thought bitterly, it__ entertaining watching someone melt down in public.____ doing the best I can,_ Sam said.__ lost people today_I_I screwed up. I should have figured out Caine might go after the power plant.__ilence.____ doing the best I can.__o one said a word.Sam refused to meet Astrid__ eyes. If he saw pity there, he would fall apart completely.____ sorry,_ he said.____ sorry.