Max," Jace said. "Max, I’m so sorry.
I’m sorry I can’t do more. But happy birthday, Sadie. ” He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
What men say: I'm sorry, honey. I was wrong. What men think: I'd love a Chipwich. I should go get one.
I loved Hank Kingsley. He was very real to me. There was just something about that character. I really believed him. I didn't think he was a buffoon. I understood the inner workings of him, so I sort of felt sorry for him, the poor guy. He was very important to me.
Rule One, boy: shoot first then ask questions Rulw Two, Double tap just for good measure. Better safe then sorry. -Bubba
I’m sorry that people are so jealous of me [Gretchen Wieners], but I can’t help it that I’m popular.
When you've been brought up in variety, I think timing is always important in your life. If I'm ever late for anything, whether it's personal or business, I always apologise. 'I'm sorry I'm late,' and all that. And if somebody is late meeting me, I expect them to say 'I'm sorry I'm late. ' It's just, shall we say, showbiz etiquette of my day.
I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish "Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.
When the Lord Chancellor violates the trust of his great office of state to solicit party donations from people whose careers he can control, and then says I'm not sorry, and I'd do it again no wonder the public think that power has gone to their heads.
I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. "I miss him so much. " "I'm sorry," she said. "Will it ever get better?" The question seemed to catch her by surprise. "I. . . I don't know.
There is something so amiable in the prejudices of a young mind, that one is sorry to see them give way to the reception of more general opinions.
I’m sorry, Eve. I love you. I’m not letting you do this. ” She screamed and battered harder. “You love me? You asshole! Let me go!
You know, I'm the mayor of Realville. I'm Mr. Literal. And I never saw the benefit of complaining and whining and moaning. I don't complain and whine and moan anyway, and I don't deal well with people that do. I don't know how to react to complaining, other than say, "Oh, gee, I'm sorry. " I don't know how to react to whining and moaning. It kind of bothers me. So I don't do it myself. Lord knows, I got all kinds of things. I could spend the rest of this week whining and moaning if you wanted me to about things. I just don't.
People were always sorry. Sorry they had done what they had done, sorry they were doing what they were doing, sorry they were going to do what they were going to do; but they still did whatever it is. The sorrow never stopped them; it just made them feel better. And so the sorrow never stopped.
I have to go make books. Sorry about that.
Every time I see you naked, I feel sorry for your wife.
When armies are mobilized and issues joined, the man who is sorry over the fact will always win.
Personal matters have diverted attention away from the important work Sesame Street is doing, and I cannot allow it to go on any longer. I am deeply sorry to be leaving and am looking forward to resolving these personal matters privately.
I like to act in films, I like to shoot 'em, I like to direct 'em, I like to be around 'em. I like the feel of it and it's something I respect. It doesn't make any difference whether it's a crappy film or a good film. Anyone who can make a film, I already love. But I feel sorry if they don't put any thought in it because then they missed the boat.
You know, I am sorry for the poor fellows that haven't got labs to work in.