If I knew myself to the innermost point of my being, I would not second-guess myself, doubt myself, criticize myself, improve myself, compare myself or forgive myself. And I would never ever apologize.
A true apology by-passes the mind. It comes out unthought. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Just like that. An apology that’s been ruminated over, rehearsed, written down—here, obviously, we’re dealing with a defensive measure.
A man has not accepted responsibility for his actions until he stops apologizing for them.
Apologies are the discharge of my inner lawyer.
Where is the apology that changed the world?
Krishnamurti: “Love is not a memory.”