#sorry

I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#am #brilliant #browns #cannot #colours

I am sorry to upset my colleagues by saying we wasted four years in opposition, but if you do get so badly defeated as a party you do have to face up to some painful facts and you do have to change. ↗

— Kenneth Clarke

#badly #change #colleagues #defeated #face

Sorry Day falls on the eve of Reconciliation Week, giving us the chance to ask whether we are making progress in the wider challenge of reconciling Indigenous and other Australians. ↗

— Malcolm Fraser

#australians #challenge #chance #day #eve

I'm sorry, it's true. Having children really changes your view on these things. We're born, we live for a brief instant, and we die. It's been happening for a long time. Technology is not changing it much - if at all. ↗

— Steve Jobs

#born #brief #changes #changing #children

All successful people these days seem to be neurotic. Perhaps we should stop being sorry for them and start being sorry for me - for being so confounded normal. ↗

— Deborah Kerr

#confounded #days #me #neurotic #normal

I'm a third done into a new book but sorry - I have a superstition about talking about it! ↗

— Joanna Trollope

#book #done #i #into #new

Poor Andy Nave was killed. He refused to surrender and was shot by Dick Fields. I felt sorry as he used to be quite friendly towards me before the war, but it could not be helped. ↗

— Stand Watie

#before #could #felt #fields #friendly

When it was over my daughter said, 'Oh, I felt so sorry for him - he didn't want to hurt you, he liked you.' That was Victoria. When you visualize him up there on top of the Empire State Building, you do feel sorry for him. ↗

— Fay Wray

#daughter #empire #empire state #feel #felt

Out here, it's better safe than sorry, because generally speaking, too much of the time sorry means you're dead. ↗

— Patricia C. Wrede

#humor #proverbs #safe #sorry #humor

When dark creeps in and eats the light, Bury your fears on Sorry Night. For in the winter's blackest hours, Comes the feasting of the Vours, No one can see it, the life they stole, Your body's here but not your soul... ↗

— Simon Holt

#sorry-night #life