Im Sorry Quotes

“Little Fox!' Jacks lashed his arms against his captors as he screamed and cursed everyone in the cavern. 'Little Fox, I'm sorry.' His tortured voice echoed towards the sky.

The broken sound of it would have made Evangeline cry if she wasn't already. She wanted to tell him not to worry, she wanted to tell him again that it would be all right- but just in cast it wasn't, she called, 'I love you!”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“I'm sorry,' he murmured, and my spine tingled. He kissed my neck again. 'I'm sorry.'

I ran a hand down his arm. 'Tamlin,' I started.

'I shouldn't have said those things,' he breathed onto my skin. 'To you or Lucien. I didn't mean any of them.'

'I know,' I said, and his body relaxed against mine. 'I'm sorry I snapped at you.'

'You had every right,' he said, though I technically didn't. 'I was wrong.'

What he said had been true- if he made exceptions, then other faeries would demand the same treatment. And what I had done could be construed as undermining. 'Maybe I was-'

'No. You were right. I don't understand what it's like to be starving- or any of it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“One breath, the study was intact.

The next, it was shards of nothing, a shell of a room.

None of it had touched me from where I had dropped to the floor, my hands over my head.

Tamlin was panting, the ragged breaths almost like sobs.

I was shaking- shaking so hard I thought my bones would splinter as the furniture had- but I made myself lower my arms and look at him.

That was devastation on that face. And pain. And fear. And grief.

Around me, no debris had fallen- as if he had shielded me.

Tamlin took a step toward me, over that invisible demarcation.

He recoiled as if he'd hit something solid.

'Feyre,,' he rasped.

He stepped again- and that line held.

'Feyre, please,' he breathed.

And I realised that the line, that bubble of protection...

It was from me.

A shield. Not just a mental one- but a physical one, too.
...
'Feyre,' Tamlin groaned a third time, pushing a hand against what indeed looked like an invisible, curved wall of hardened air. 'Please. Please.'

Those words cracked something in me. Cracked me open.

Perhaps they cracked that shield of solid wind as well, for his hand shot through it.

Then he stepped over that line between chaos and order, danger and safety.

He dropped to his knees, taking my face in his hands. 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry.'

I couldn't stop trembling.

'I'll try,' he breathed. 'I'll try to be better. I don't... I can't control it sometimes. The rage. Today was just... today was bad. With the Tithe, with all of it. Today- let's forget it, let's just move past it. Please.'

I didn't fight as he slid his arms around me, tucking me in tightly enough that his warmth soaked through me. He buried his face in my neck and said onto my nape, as if the words would be absorbed by my body, as if he could only say it the way we'd always been good at communicating- skin to skin, 'I couldn't save you before. I couldn't protect you from them. And when you said that, about... about me drowning you... Am I any better than they were?'

I should have told him it wasn't true, but... I had spoken with my heart. Or what was left of it.

'I'll try to be better,' he said again. 'Please- give me more time. Let me... let me get through this. Please.'

Get through what? I wanted to ask. But words had abandoned me. I realised I hadn't spoken yet.

Realised he was waiting for an answer- and that I didn't have one.

So I put my arms around him, because body to body was the only way I could speak, too.

It was answer enough. 'I'm sorry,' he said again. He didn't stop murmuring it for minutes.

You've given enough, Feyre.

Perhaps he was right. And perhaps I didn't have anything left to give, anyway.

I looked over his shoulder as I held him.

The red paint had splattered on the wall behind us. And as I watched it slide down the cracked wood panelling, I thought it looked like blood.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Remember those three magic words that every woman loves to hear ~
“I was wrong”
Followed closely by “I’m sorry”
and then “I Love You”
― David J Fletcher

“I love you.' Effy pressed her forehead against his.

'I love you,' Preston said, voice wavering. 'I'm so sorry it's ruined us both.”
― Ava Reid, A Study in Drowning