sorry

People who know that they are wrong and still don't feel sorry are those who never learn.

I want to apologize to you,_ she says calmly.__h yeah? For what?_ I don__ have time for this. We don__ have time for this. I push away thoughts of what will happen to Hana even if I manage to escape. She__l be here, in the house . . .My stomach is clenching and unclenching. I__ worried the bread will come straight back up. I have to stay focused. What happens to Hana isn__ my concern, and it isn__ my fault, either.__or telling the regulators about 37 Brooks,_ she says. __or telling them about you and Alex.__ust like that, my brain powers down. __hat?"__ told them._ She lets out a tiny exhalation, as though saying the words has given her relief. ____ sorry. I was jealous.__ can__ speak. I__ swimming through a fog. __ealous?_ I manage to spit out.____ wanted what you had with Alex. I was confused. I didn__ understand what I was doing._ She shakes her head again.I have a swinging, seasick feeling. It doesn__ make any sense. Hana__olden girl Hana, my best friend, fearless and reckless. I trusted her. I loved her. __ou were my best friend.___ know._ Again she looks troubled, as though trying to recall the meaning of the words.__ou had everything._ I can__ stop my voice from rising. The anger is vibrating, ripping through me like a live current. __erfect life. Perfect grades. Everything._ I gesture to the spotless kitchen, to the sunshine pouring over the marble counters like drizzled butter. __ had nothing. He was my one thing. My only__ The sickness surges up and I take a step forward, clenching my fists, blind with rage. __hy couldn__ you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?

Maybe all Americans who suffer from melancholy act as if they have gone mad. But I truly thought he might throw himself in the river, and I don't want his ghost visiting to keep telling me he's sorry.

What do you want from me? Revenge? Sorry__e're all out of revenge today!

My nerves came back in full force. I'd thrown myself in the deep end, and, feeling like I had no idea how to swim, I had to get back to shore somehow. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

He roars, __hat have you done?__ don__ answer. My heart beats crazy happy just to see her get across the iron. She__ not burned. She__ still human.__ara._ His voice is measured. __ need her to maintain control.___ou don__ need to be in control. You__e all trapped. So there__l be no more stealing boys, no more shooting arrows in the woods, getting people lost. It__ all over._ The metal is cold on my fingers.Devyn grabs more wire, starts another flight. A group of pixies leaps for him, screaming, a wild, chaotic mess. They start clawing at each other, lost in fear and hunger, angry. A pixie in a pink dress shrieks when another wearing a black gown lashes at her, slashing through the skin on her arm.__ara?_ The king tries to be calm and nice. He tries to look human. It doesn__ work. __o you know what this means? Do you know the power that I__l lose? The need? We will fight in here. We will kill each other.___ know,_ I say and my voice shakes as I stare at him, this man who is in my blood, but not me. He is not me. Still, I understand his need, his fear. He is stuck in this awful place where there is no moral way to move forward. ____ so sorry.__nd I am.

Why we don__ feel sorry for killing thousands of mosquitoes every day? Are they useless or too many? We humans must realize it before it is too late.

Okay this guy looks like nerves, this guy sounds like angry, so the first will be the victim the angry guy more is suitable for a killer, isn't he?Angry stage, a stage in which you can do everything and when you become victim you start to feel sorry.

But you know all about that, being sorry and having no words to say something when you know you should but you just can't

Being safe doesn't mean you won't be sorry.

The first reaction is surely the most natural one, but not always the most correct one; thereupon, the invention of apologies.

My eyes meet his eyes.__ou were a jerk,_ I say.His hands move to my cheeks. ____ sorry.__ pull away, but I can only go an inch before I bump into lacrosse sticks, not that I really want to go any farther. __ope. No way. You do not get to kiss me yet.__e pouts.

She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn__ be goodbye. I__ fill her up and make her realize she__ always be empty witho

Hey, Shell-bell," I say, leaning over her and wiping her face with a napkin. "It's the first day of school. Wish me luck."Shelley holds jerky arms out and gives me a lopsided smile. I love that smile."You want to give me a hug?" I ask her, knowing she does. The doctors always tell us the more interaction Shelley gets, the better off she'll be.Shelley nods. I fold myself in her arms, careful to keep her hands away from my hair. When I straighten, my mom gasps. It sounds to me like a referee's whistle, halting my life. "Brit, you can't go to school like that.""Like what?"She shakes her head and sighs in frustration. "Look at your s

Saying 'I'm sorry' is saying 'I love you' with a wounded heart in one hand and your smothered pride in the other.

Who cares who's right or wrong when the last word is a kind apology?

I__ sorry. Oh, what simple words are these!I__ sorry. Lips should breathe them out with ease!But nay, in barring up the way,____l die first_ are the words you say.I__ sorry, woe is all pride guarantees.

We have to do it for my mum's sake. Because I'm hoping that the last sorry will be to her.