Much that is written these days about what are regretfully called "relationships" feels overly processed, with emotions filtered bloodlessly through irony, or diverted into easy sentimentality.
My only hope is that what the city of New York is doing in leading the fight for criminal justice reform will echo in jails like the one I briefly, regretfully, called home in Georgia.
Once we'd written True Confessions, we were obviously on what I regretfully call "a roll", because a slightly different combination of O'Neill and Bradley and Doherty came up with Smarter Than U. The U was Damian's idea.
Regretfully, he called it "a mere ghost of its past", largely because the very making of music is different nowadays.
If that feels like an uncomfortably self-pitying way to write about a happy marriage – measuring his partner's worth by his own inadequacy – then at least White seems aware of his solipsism: a song called The Martyr picks regretfully at his own self-absorption, his refusal to let things go.
Banty offered the polite solution for those in Ali's position: Ali calls to regretfully say she cannot come, and states the reason that her baby-sitter reneged on her.
Regretfully, Darren Gough, the most ebullient cricketer of his generation, will not feature in Yorkshire's final match but wisely called it a day when last week's draw against Somerset at Scarborough left him able to give no more.
I WISH you had called me two weeks ago, because the rentals are just zapping up," Kelly Lee, an agent with B & K Real Estate in Bay Head, N.J., said regretfully to a caller one day in early February.
-Several figures were invisible in the PDF version for review making some of the statements hard to visualize -Regretfully - > "Regrettably" would make better sense -DUF819 is called PF05684.7 but in Pfam it is just PF05684.
Thinking that the official's obvious skepticism on the matter meant it would not advance, he said regretfully that he did not call his counterparts at the other agencies.
One of the greatest risks, I think, of living in a secular world — as I, semi-regretfully, do — is something I might call the Woody Allenization of everything.
