Sorry means you feel the pulse of others pain, as well as your own, and saying it means you take a share in it. And so it binds us together, makes us as trodden and sodden as one another.
Sorry is a lot of things. It's a hole refilled. A debt repaid. Sorry is the wake of misdeed. It's the crippling ripple of consequence.
Sorry is sadness, just as knowing is sadness.
Sorry is sometimes self-pity. But sorry is not really about you. It's theirs to take or leave.
Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace, or to ridicule or revenge.
Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true.
Sorry doesn't take things back but it pushes things foward. It bridges the gap.
Sorry is a sacrement. An offering. A gift.
Yes. Sorry is when good people feel bad. And the folks who trouble are the ones who, through some break in their circuitry, through some hole in their heart, can't feel or say it or scratch it into trees, or submit it into the sky with their palms kissing..."
So, I might REALLY love this book. That passage right there is my favourite part of any book I have ever read or will read. Seriously, Looooooove it. It truly inspires me.
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