I am a Bible Christian and if an archangel with a wingspread as broad as a constellation shining like the sun were to come and offer me some new truth, I'd ask him for a reference. If he could not show me where it is found in the Bible, I would bow him out and say, I'm awfully sorry, you don't bring any references with you
I can't lie and say there are no bad writers. Sorry, but there are lots of bad writers.
Pity arises when we are sorry for someone. Compassion is when we understand and help wisely.
My parents have worked their asses off their whole entire lives, they still do, and I never felt like anything would be handed to me. I never felt sorry for myself. I felt like, "Wow, this is incredible. I'm able to do this for myself. " I think once you have that sense of empowerment at a young age and you allow your children to have that empowerment, it will fuel them for a lifetime.
There is no peace, I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.
Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette Thinks he'll get the girl he'll only get the mechanic.
I wouldn't even feel sorry for us if I was going against us. I know teams are licking their chops. The Bulls or Milwaukee, they're excited. Even though somebody is hurt they're still excited because they feel like we're a man down and we might not be as strong, but we're confident here. We got the players to still make something special happen. Guys just have to step up as a unit.
The Doctor: Sorry, do you have a name? Idris: Seven hundred years and finally he asks. The Doctor: But what do I call you? Idris: I think you call me. . . Sexy? The Doctor: [embarrassed] Only when we're alone. Idris: We are alone. The Doctor: Oh. Come on then, Sexy.
Have you seen these Republican presidential candidates? I bet Obama is sorry now that he spent all that money on the new birth certificate.
A businessman is the only man who is forever apologizing for his occupation.
You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies. . . so we can dance.
An actress without talent, forty years old, ate a partridge for dinner, and I felt sorry for the partridge, for it occurred to me that in its life it had been more talented, more sensible, and more honest than the actress.
Sorry doesn’t mean anything! Not when you’re still with him. It’s not just that you cheated—it’s that he’s still here, and you’re still with him. It just goes on and on, and it hurts every single time I see you with him. I hate it that he makes you smile, and that there’s nothing I can do to stop this. I can’t think straight, and everything hurts, and nothing makes sense anymore. You’re shredding my heart with one hand and stroking his ego with the other. And it’s killing me, Faythe. You’re killing me. And it’s only going to get worse, now that everyone knows.
I'm sorry, Dite. " Dite shrugged away the apology. "You have spared my brother when you could have killed him and you have offered me escape from the cesspit of my family and this court. You know what it means to me, to make music in the court of Ferria. You've put a purse and an impossible dream in my hand. I don't know why you should apologize. " "Because I am exiling you, Dite. I intend to raze your patrimony and salt its earth. You emphatically do not need to thank me.
I used the N-word instead of calling him Trevor. I used it just not thinking. . . I told Trev this is an old wound with me. I grew up with it. I am sorry as anybody that it stuck with me.
Real wealth is feeling sorry for the poor
I'm sorry, those pictures from the Abu Ghraib. At first, they, like infuriated me, I was sad. Then like, a couple days later, after they cut the guy's head off, they didn't seem like much. And now, I like to trade them with my friends.
This is the age of the apartment. Not only in the great cities, but in the smaller centers of civilization the apartment has come to stay. . . . A decade ago the apartment was considered a sorry makeshift in America, though it has been successful abroad for more years than you would believe.
Apologies; our cultural obsession with them isn't about actually being offended, or simply needing to hear, “I'm sorry. ” It's not really about right or wrong. It's about wanting to throw a rock in the dark and hear something break.
I'm sorry; I ruin people's interviews because I just talk about rubbish.