Quotes About Regret

And not that I don't love those words, but what were you wrong about? Walking away from you. She stepped into him. I'm done with that, by the way. I'm walking straight at you from now on.

For the last time," she said urgently, almost desperately, as if trying to talk herself into believing it. "It's never going to happen again. Never, Wade." "Never is a long time.

Chloe? Yeah? I'd be worth the inhaler, he said, then forced himself to walk away.

She's drunk dialing contractors. Someone should stop her.

Truthfully, she was the best thing in his life and he was a complete idiot if he let her walk away from him.

This was not how she'd envisioned the day going when she got up this morning and made that bargain with God, the one where she promised to be a better person if he gave her a whole day where she didn't have to face anything from her past. But God had just reneged on the deal. Which meant she didn't have to be a better person…

He remembered kissing her… falling for her. Then how she'd left the mountain without looking back, forgetting about him with shocking, heartbreaking ease. Now she was back. And she'd kissed him like maybe she hadn't forgotten him after all...

I'm sorry I was so hard on you. I nearly pushed you away— Impossible, he said. Don't you know yet? If I ever lost you, I'd lose myself.

She wished now she'd brought that vibrator as a flashlight instead of leaving it on the couch.

So we said we weren't going there," he repeated, and she wasn't sure if it was disappointment or relief when he let her go and turned away. "Actually," she said to his back. His bare back. Tanned. Sleek. Ripped with strength. "You said that we weren't going to go there. Because even though you're leaving and it was so awful, I still want to. Go there, that is.

She wanted him. She wanted him bad, too. But he seemed more like one of those kind of ideas that sounded really good in the moment, but had the potential to turn out spectacularly bad. Like when she opened a family size bag of chips and then ate the whole thing.

Granted, he'd been royally messed up at that time. Years ago, Jason had died of a rare and misdiagnosed heart condition. His family had fallen apart, and James had . . . lost himself. So much so that he'd asked Hannah to walk away from her life and go explore the planet with him. She'd declined and ghosted him.

He regretted nothing. Not the way she'd felt in his arms and not the way he'd felt in hers.

Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears . . . all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn't want it to stop. Any of it.

Damn bottle of Jack… She'd kissed her boss's son. And she'd liked it.

We both made some questionable decisions," he said. "Decisions that might've been different if we'd been older and smarter. Or had anyone in our lives given enough of a shit to guide us.

I'll have you know, I actually got a speeding ticket last year. 'For driving under the speed limit?

Look ... I got this all dirty.

I used the knife. I saved a child. I won a war. God forgive me.

I once lost five years listening to a Pink Floyd album.

Kid. You just made the last mistake of your life.' 'God,' I said. 'I wish .

The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.

Everyone dies, honey, I said, very quietly. Everyone. There's no 'if.' There's only 'when.' I let that sink in for a moment. When you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you've done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your life meant?

Somewhere out there was a village I'd deprived of it's idiot.