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Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.
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humor
sorry
greek
percy-jackson
mythology
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Rick Riordan |
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When you hold a grudge, you want someone else's sorrow to reflect your level of hurt but the two rarely meet.
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relationships
life
inspirational
grudges
sorry
hurt
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Steve Maraboli |
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"Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world? Have you ever noticed that?" Nicole asked. "You go on websites and some girl leaves a post and if it's longer than three sentences or she's expressing her thoughts about some topic, she usually ends with, 'Sorry for the rant' or 'That may be dumb, but that's what I think."
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sorry
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Libba Bray |
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I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.
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life
wisdom
lois-lowry
the-giver
belonging
jonah
sorry
place
alone
strange
stupid
lonely
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Lois Lowry |
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There are some experiences in life they haven't invented the right words for.
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romance
wisdom
sorry
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Lisa Kleypas |
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"Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in a back corner of, the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home. But that only led to a lonely life accompanied only by the last words of the looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends, and a more-than minor life. And then i screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers. And there's no sugar-coating it: She deserved better friends. When she fucked up, all those years ago, just a little girl terrified. into paralysis, she collapsed into the enigma of herself. And I could have done that, but I saw where it led for her. So I still believe in the Great Perhaps, and I can believe in it spite of having lost her. Beacause I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart imperceptibly slowly, and I will forget, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and everyone but herself and her mom in those last moments she spent as a person. I know that she forgives me for being dumb and sacred and doing the dumb and scared thing. I know she forgives me, just as her mother forgives her. And here's how I know: I thought at first she was just dead. Just darkness. Just a body being eaten by bugs. I thought about her a lot like that, as something's meal. What was her-green eyes, half a smirk, the soft curves of her legs-would soon be nothing, just the bones I never saw. I thought about the slow process of becoming bone and then fossil and then coal that will, in millions of years, be mined by humans of the future, and how they would their homes with her, and then she would be smoke billowing out of a smokestack, coating the atmosphere. I still think that, sometimes. I still think that, sometimes, think that maybe "the afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe she was just a matter, and matter gets recycled. But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take Alaska's genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirety. There is a part of her knowable parts. And that parts has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed. Although no one will ever accuse me of being much of a science student, One thing I learned from science classes is that energy is never created and never destroyed. And if Alaska took her own life, that is the hope I wish I could have given her. Forgetting her mother, failing her mother and her friends and herself -those are awful things, but she did not need to fold into herself and self-destruct. Those awful things are survivable because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say "Teenagers think they are invincible" with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail. So I know she forgives me, just as I forgive her. Thomas Eidson's last words were: "It's very beautiful over there." I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful." --
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forgiving
forgiven
labyrinth
pudge
letter
sorry
note
forgotten
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John Green |
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But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.
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sorrow
sorry
stephen-king
remorse
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Stephen King |
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It's always too late for sorries, but I appreciate the sentiment.
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too-late
sorry
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Neil Gaiman |
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Then I realised that I was the god on this occasion. I had tried to help the bluebottle, but it wouldn't let me. And then I felt sorry for God because I understood his frustration. Sometimes when people offer a helping hand, it gets pushed away. People always want to help themselves first.
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god
sorry
help
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Cecelia Ahern |
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I'm sorry.' The two most inadequate words in the English language.
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relationships
i-m-sorry
sorry
language
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Beth Revis |
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My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it'd created the only type of guy I could touch--a fantasy one.
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no-touch
sorry
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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Out here, it's better safe than sorry, because generally speaking, too much of the time sorry means you're dead.
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humor
safe
sorry
proverbs
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Patricia C. Wrede |
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Yes, dear Father. But has it ever occurred to you that by [your feelings] you destroy them? How many times can we say sorry before we don't feel sorry anymore?
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feelings
i-m-sorry
john-le-carre
sorry
emotions
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John le Carré |
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This was one of the little ways in which he said sorry. They were meant to add up each day.
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sorry
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Zadie Smith |
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Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.
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tragedy
grief
sorry
heartache
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Cormac McCarthy |
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"Ari!" Jeb had finally seen his son. He rushed to Ari's side and knelt next to him. Looking stunned, he gathered Ari's hulking form and held him to his chest. "I'm so sorry." I saw his mouth shape the words, though I couldn't hear them. "I'm so sorry." He bent over Ari's form, mindless of his vulnerable position."
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feelings
emotion
expire
jeb
max
sorry
sad
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James Patterson |
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"I don't break down," she announced. "Got it?" He got it. He was already pulling back, looking ashamed of himself, but somehow he was still holding her wrist. "I never break down. I'm a lawyer."
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feelings
i-m-sorry
john-le-carre
sorry
emotions
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John le Carré |
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95dbb45
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,' he said. You had to wonder about the French, how they could make a simple 'sorry' sound so extreme and forlorn.
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humor
forlorn
sorry
language
french
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Kate Atkinson |
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"Mitch, I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each morning, a few tears, and that's all." I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few minutes, then on with the day. And if Morrie could do it, with such a horrible disease . . ." --
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few
useful
limit
sorry
self-pity
little
self
tears
dying
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Mitch Albom |
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"What are you doing?" Alecto asked in surprise, stepping back. Laughing brightly, she dragged him towards the greenhouse, the shattered glass reflecting rainbows as brilliant as a million Kodak flashcubes, glittering as they were cascaded through the breeze. "See, don't be afraid of the glass, it can't hurt us," Mandy laughed, spectacularly eccentric, her eyes reflecting the fallen glass. "I wasn't afraid of the glass, but this isn't a very secluded place that you just decided to vandalize," Alecto cautioned, smiling despite his words. Before Mandy could reply, she heard loud whispering in the air, behind the trees... it sounded like a group of people, all whispering in unison... "Somebody's out there," she exclaimed nervously. "Yeah, you're right," Alecto replied. Suddenly a sharp new vibrancy seemed to fill his eyes and he smiled coldly, taking the tree branch from Mandy and rapidly smashing in all of Mrs. Matthias' stained glass house windows with it. Blue, green, yellow, red, turquoise, purple and an array of other colors showered through the sky noisily, sounding like wind chimes and crashing waves. "They'll go away," he told her, glancing up at the sky. "...Alecto, do you like me?" Mandy questioned, holding out her arms like a lopsided scarecrow as the glass fell through her dark red hair. "Yeah, sure," he answered. "Will you be my friend, then? A real friend, not just another person who feels sorry for me?" Mandy asked. "...Alright, Mandy Valems," Alecto agreed."
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depression
fun
friends
funny
friendship
love
colored
flashcube
greenhouse
scarecrow
stained-glass
vibrancy
wind-chimes
kodak
cape-breton
nova-scotia
glitter
cut
air
whispering
yellow
waves
best-friends
sorry
green
sharp
vandalism
blue
canada
glass
growing-up
red
shatter
trees
noir
friend
house
smile
children
crashing
noise
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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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.
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sorry
melancholy
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Amy Tan |
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80ed83e
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As my grandmother said, 'Sorry won't unbreak the eggs'. Just clean the mess and move on.
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moving-on-and-letting-go
sorry
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Raymond E. Feist |
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He held out an old eight millimeter video camera. A video camera? What would I use it for? Recording our great escape? I didn't say that, because I knew it wasn't the point. This was a gift, a way to say His eyes begged me to take it. Just take it. Forgive him. Forget what happened. Start over. And that's what I wanted to do--accept his gift and smile and see that spark in his eyes and--
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derek
sorry
gift
forgive
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Kelley Armstrong |
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89ca8f1
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"I asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself. "Sometimes, in the mornings," he said. "That's when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands - whatever I can still move - and I mourn what I've lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I'm dying. But then I stop mourning."
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insidious
ill
sorry
slow
mourn
self
lost
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Mitch Albom |