sorry

Echo slides off the hood, and her hips have this easy sway as she walks to the back passenger door. Damn, she__ gorgeous__ed, curly hair flowing over her shoulders, a pair of cut-offs hugging her ass and a blue spaghetti-strap tank dipped low enough to show cleavage.My fingers twitch with the need to touch. I__ going to have to pull some major groveling to gain forgiveness. If I were smart, I__ find a way to say sorry without opening my mouth. Never fails that half the time I try to apologize, it comes out wrong.

I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

Well,_ he sighed, squeezing my hand back. __ guess we were both running away in different ways.___hat do you mean?__ad shook his head. __our mother took a Mustang. I took a whiskey bottle._ He reached up and readjusted his glasses, an unconscious habit-he always did it when he was making a point. __ was so devastated by what your mother did to me that I forgot how horrible drinking is. I forgot to look on the bright side.___ad,_ I said, __ don__ think there is a bright side to divorce. It__ a pretty sucky thing all around.__e nodded. __aybe that__ true, but there are a lot of bright sides to my life. I have a job I like, a nice house in a good neighborhood, and a wonderful daughter.__ rolled my eyes. __h God,_ I muttered. __on__ go all Lifetime movie on me. Seriously._____ sorry,_ he said, smiling. __ut I mean it. A lot of people would kill for my life, but I didn__ even consider that. I took it-and you-for granted. I__ so, so sorry for that, Bumblebee.

Chocolate says "I'm sorry" so much better than words.

There will always be a moment to feel sorry for the mistakes, but indeed it is not today.

I thought you were dead,_ I say. __t almost killed me.___id it?_ His voice is neutral. __ou made a pretty fast recovery.___o. You don__ understand._ My throat is tight; I feel as though I__ being strangled. __ couldn__ keep hoping, and then waking up every day and finding out it wasn__ true, and you were still gone. I__ wasn__ strong enough.__e is quiet for a second. It__ too dark to see his expression: He is standing in shadow again, but I can sense that he is staring at me.Finally he says, __hen they took me to the Crypts, I thought they were going to kill me. They didn__ even bother. They just left me to die. They threw me in a cell and locked the door.___lex._ The strangled feeling has moved from my throat to my chest, and without realizing it, I have begun to cry. I move toward him. I want to run my hands through his hair and kiss his forehead and each of his eyelids and take away the memory of what he has seen. But he steps backward, out of reach.__ didn__ die. I don__ know how. I should have. I__ lost plenty of blood. They were just as surprised as I was. After that it became a kind of game__o see how much I could stand. To see how much they could do to me before I_____e breaks off abruptly. I can__ hear any more; don__ want to know, don__ want it to be true, can__ stand to think of what they did to him there. I take another step forward and reach for his chest and shoulders in the dark. This time, he doesn__ push me away. But he doesn__ embrace me either. He stands there, cold, still, like a statue.__lex._ I repeat his name like a prayer, like a magic spell that will make everything okay again. I run my hands up his chest and to his chin. ____ so sorry. I__ so, so sorry.__uddenly he jerks backward, simultaneously finding my wrists and pulling them down to my sides. __here were days I would rather they have killed me._ He doesn__ drop my wrists; he squeezes them tightly, pinning my arms, keeping me immobilized. His voice is low, urgent, and so full of anger it pains me even more than his grip. __here were days I asked for it__rayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you__he hope for it__as the only thing that kept me going._ He releases me and takes another step backward. __o no. I don__ understand.

Never apologize, mister, it__ a sign of weakness.

I could lose my mind, your love drives me crazy, and I ignore the reason why I'm crying at everytime I remember it's not reciprocal and you're saying that you're sorry because you don't show everything.

Let me set it straight, I've done some shit,And maybe I ain't too proud of itThe monster in your bedYou were begging me "please don't stop!"Said that I'm a douchebag, won't call backThe worst hangover you ever hadFelt so good at first, you knew that it could never lastWanna wash the dirt off my hands, wanna get this all off my chestBut I'm no good at saying sorry... woah oh!I didn't mean to fuck you over,I just want to have some fun

America's finest - our men and women in uniform, are a force for good throughout the world, and that is nothing to apologize for.

Towns can be cruel and vicious -- and sorry. In the wood, in the clearing, in the sun, we will one day find and crown her and keep her: our own witch, the witch of Wiscasset, the Blueberry Queen of Maine.

Do not feel sorry for the bad luck of people, because behind everyone__ misery is their own stupidity and laziness.

When you hold a grudge, you want someone else__ sorrow to reflect your level of hurt but the two rarely meet.

When she came back down, Sam and Astrid had arrived.Sam hugged Dekka, and the two of them stayed that way for a long time, saying nothing. Both had loved Brianna.To Edilio, Sam said, ____ so sorry, man. I wish I__ . . . You know what I wish.__dilio fought back a fresh rush of tears, nodded, waited until he was sure he could speak, and said, ____ glad you__e back, boss.

A gut full of heroin and the looming possibility of bunking in an overcrowded cell in Kerobokan to await my death makes you feel a bit sorry for some of the things you've done.

Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny.

Oh, oh, oh I'm so sorry for you... but the real truth is that you make this to happen. (Believe or not I definite like this!)

I don't like feeling sorry for myself. That's not who I am. And most of the time I don't feel that way. Instead, I am grateful for having at least found you. We could have flashed by one another like two pieces of cosmic dust.God or the universe or whatever one chooses to label the great systems of balance and order does not recognize Earth-time. To the universe, four days is no different than four billion light years. I try to keep that in mind.But, I am, after all, a man. And all the philosophic rationalizations I can conjure up do not keep me from wanting you, every day, every moment, the merciless wail of time, of time I can never spend with you, deep within my head.I love you, profoundly and completely. And I always will.The last cowboy,Robert