Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies.
Forgive me for not writing but this man is exhausting.
Forgive me for speaking frankly, but after the past quarter-hour's conversation, I am unconvinced that any of you possess the sense or sensitivity to impart the news in any respectful fashion -- Amelia.
Forgive me for speaking frankly, but after the past quarter-hour's conversation, I am unconvinced that any of you possess the sense or sensitivity to impart the news in any respectful fashion.
Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments, my dear Scarlett--I mean, my dear Mrs. Kennedy. It cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past the friendship I have had in my heart for you has ripened into a deeper feeling, a feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it you? Ah! It is love which makes me so bold!
Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people.
Forgive me for using the term 'fat little brother'. It is not a criticism, rather a suggestion that he do some exercises and go on a diet, don't you think? I'm doing this for the gentleman's health.
Forgive me if I don't have the words. Maybe I can sing it and you'll understand.
Forgive me if I don't shake hands.
Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.
Forgive me if I stare, I knew you were young, but even then I was expecting someone a little more, well, more.
Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
Forgive me now -- tomorrow I may no longer feel guilty.
Forgive me, Lord, for being sharp to a man who sought only to assist me. I ask for your help in being patient with those who believe women helpless.
Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not.
Forgive me, O Heavenly Father, according to the multitude of Thy mercies. I have lusted in my heart to break a man's skull and scatter the stench of his brains across several people's back yards.
Forgive me, Spirit of my spirit, for this, that I have found it easier to read the mystery told in tears and understood Thee better in sorrow than in joy.
Forgive me, Your Grace. Are you suggesting a woman is some sort of … piece of fruit to you? One squeeze, and you know if she's ripe?
Forgive me, but Wolfmother, you suck!