Jesus?" he whispered as his voice choked "I feel so lost" A hand reached out and squeezed his, and didn't let go. "I know Mack. But it's not true. I am with you and I'm not lost. I'm sorry it feels that way, but hear me clearly. You are not lost.
I should be sorry if I only entertained them. I wish to make them better.
Finnick:" Good to see you, Peeta. " Peeta:" You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you. " It could be a joke, if the tone wasn't so cold. Everything it conveys is wrong. The open distrust of Finnick, the implication that Peeta has his eye on Annie, that Annie could desert Finnick, that I do not even exist. Finnick:"Oh Peeta," says Finnick lightly. "Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.
Nobody is going to feel sorry for me if I've lost a dollar or $100m.
I am sorry that they are finding themselves in this situation based on assurances they got from me.
I love you, Im Meahri. I'm sorry because you suffered alone. For admitting it so late, I am sorry. You aren't going anywhere now. I am not letting you go anywhere.
There seem to me a great many blessings which come from true poverty and I should be sorry to be deprived of them.
We all shared this experience. We all had one brain, we were one giant organism working and having joy. "What about Walken?" Sorry, bro. . . Maybe I should've done an hour and 34 minutes.
"Sorry," she said, "I got out as fast as I could, but I had to stay and socialize. Protocol, you know. " "Explain protocol," Nell said. This was how she always talked to the Primer. "At the place we’re going, you need to watch your manners. Don’t say 'explain this' or 'explain that. '" "Would it impose on your time unduly to provide me with a concise explanation of the term protocol?" Nell said. Again Rita made that nervous laugh and looked at Nell with an expression that looked like poorly concealed alarm.
I don't feel sorry for myself.
Suddenly, in the space of a moment, I realized what it was that I loved about Britain--which is to say, all of it. Every last bit of it, good and bad--old churches, country lanes, people saying 'Mustn't grumble,' and 'I'm terribly sorry but,' people apologizing to ME when I conk them with a careless elbow, milk in bottles, beans on toast, haymaking in June, seaside piers, Ordnance Survey maps, tea and crumpets, summer showers and foggy winter evenings--every bit of it.
We are sorry for the inconvenience, but this is a revolution.
I’m sorry you asked me out, otherwise maybe I could have liked you.
While it is probably a poor idea to own actively managed funds in general, it is truly a terrible idea to own them in taxable accounts. . . taxes are a drag on performance of up to 4 percentage points each year. . . many index funds allow your capital gains to grow largely undisturbed until you sell. . . For the taxable investor, indexing means never having to say you're sorry.
Oh, my bad. . . I'm sorry for bothering you. I forgot I only exist when you need me for something.
(Whispered to a novice while standing in front of the convent library) Oh! I would have been sorry to have read all those books. . . If I had read them, I would have broken my head, and I would have wasted precious time that I could have employed very simply in loving God.
If you love with violence and you hate with violence, there's nothing that can be questioned. People say, 'Oh, you'd better work through your resentments. ' Yeah, no. I'm gonna hang on to them, and they're gonna fuel my attack. And they're going to fuel the battle cry of my deadly and dangerous and secret and silent soldiers. Because they're all around you. Sorry, you thought you were just messing with one dude. Winning.
I'm sure everyone feels sorry for the individual who has fallen by the wayside or who can't keep up in our competitive society, but my own compassion goes beyond that to those millions of unsung men and women, who get up every morning, send the kids to school, go to work, try to keep up the payments on their house, pay exorbitant taxes to make possible compassion for the less fortunate, and as a result have to sacrifice many of their own desires and dreams and hopes. Government owes them something better than always finding a new way to make them share the fruit of their toils with others.
Where is your mother, Charlie asked. Dead. I’m sorry to hear that Thank you. But she was always dead.
Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.