One more item for the delusional Miss Grundys still obtusely citing Reagan as their model of "niceness": As governor of California, Reagan gave student protesters at Berkeley the finger. Remember that next time you ask yourself: "What would Reagan do?" People who are afraid of ideas whitewash Reagan like they whitewash Jesus. Sorry to break it to you, but the Reagan era did not consist of eight years of Reagan joking about his naps.
I shall never forget how I was roused one night by the groans of a fellow prisoner, who threw himself about in his sleep, obviously having a horrible nightmare. Since I had always been especially sorry for people who suffered from fearful dreams or deliria, I wanted to wake the poor man. Suddenly I drew back the hand which was ready to shake him, frightened at the thing I was about to do. At that moment I became intensely conscious of the fact that no dream, no matter how horrible, could be as bad as the reality of the camp which surrounded us, and to which I was about to recall him.
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.
He is a good man, who can receive a gift well. We are either glad or sorry at a gift, and both emotions are unbecoming.
Sorry, I said to myself, wondering how many times in my marriage I'd said that, how many times I'd meant it, how many times Claire had actually believed it, and, most important, how many times the utterance had any impact whatsoever on our dispute. What a lovely chart one could draw of this word Sorry.
I won't live in a mostly Mexican neighborhood. I'm sorry I just won't do it.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things. . . ' She let the sentence die its own death
And how are you?" said Winnie-the-Pooh. Eeyore shook his head from side to side. "Not very how," he said. "I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long time. " "Dear, dear," said Pooh, "I'm sorry about that. Let's have a look at you.
You made her apologize for sickness. For her courage. You made her feel sorry for dying.
You don't let a guy put his hand on your chest, and put his foot on the ball and look into your eyes and tell you a bedtime story. No. sorry. He controlled the ball on his chest, step on it, look, see if someone was in the stands, take a coffee, turn, call his family, no one was answering, left a message, and then thought "Oh, I might cross the ball. " He crossed it and they scored.
Now, all America sits in front of television sets and those television sets exude, I am sorry to say, a considerable amount of radioactive material. It's not huge, you know, but it's enough so that people who have made a habit of watching TV. . . get the TV radiation.
I don't consider success doing a show for 30 years; I'm sorry. To me, you're successful when you graduate from something. I did a series, I did a talk show, I did movies, I replaced Mickey Rooney on Broadway in Sugar Babies. You understand?
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
When I read these books, I no longer felt like I was confined to a very tiny world. I no longer felt housebound and bedbound. Really, I told myself, I was just brainbound. And this was not such a sorry state of affairs. My brain, with a little help from other people's brains, could take me to some pretty interesting places, and create all kinds of wonderful things. Despite its faults, my brain, I decided, was not the worst place in the world to be.
Though she hated to stop kissing, Luce held Daniel's warm face in her hands. She gazed into his violet eyes, trying to draw strength. "I'm sorry," she said. "For running off like I did. " "Don't be," he said,slowly and with absolute sincerity. "You had to go. It was preordained; it had to happen. " He smiled again. "We did what we needed to do,Lucinda. " A jet of warmth shot through her,making her dizzy. "I was starting to think I'd never see you again. " "How many times have I told you that I will always find you?
I think I’m his biggest fan. Like, I’m really sorry everybody out there but you have a tough time beating me. I’m like the number one Chris Colfer fan club.
I feel sorry for players who are always lying awake at night, brooding over their games.
I don't mind dying if I have to, but I'm damned if I want to pay for the guarantee. I'm sorry
If your God doesn't look like Jesus, we don't worship the same God, sorry.
People who are rather more than six feet tall and nearly as broad across the shoulders often have uneventful journeys. People jump out at them from behind rocks then say things like, "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else.
