Quotes About Regret

Life's deceit may Fortune's fawning Turn to scorn, yet, as you grieve, Do not anger, but believe In tomorrow's merry dawning. When your heart is rid at last Of regret, despair and fear, In the future, what has passed Shall in kinder light appear

Treachery can't be forgiven. Michael could have forgiven it, but people never forgive themselves and so they would always be dangerous.

Like a stern father, war shames men into hating their childhood games.

That hope is little more than the premonition of regret. This is the first lesson of history.

One cannot raise walls against what has been forgotten. Heartbroken

I am sorry to say there will be no wedding today.

Two hours after the melon disaster, I sprawled on the floor of my room. Grounded. With nothing to do.

She was almost at the top of the steps, and Shane was right behind her, when she heard Myrnin say, in a quiet voice that was like the old Myrnin, the one she actually liked, I'm sorry, Claire. I never meant - I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't know... I don't know what I am thinking. I wish... I wish things could be like they were before.

What did I do? he said. Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!

Things that Shane doesn't want on his grave: (1.) I thought it wasn't loaded. (2.) Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank. (3.) Killed over Ice Cream

I have the feeling I've been— unpleasant.

You sound disappointed." Shane's voice came out faint and thready, and he put his head back against the cushions as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Damn, I hate this. I really do." I know," Oliver said. "Your blood reeks of it.

I never meant it, he was saying. Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

He held out the hand that wasn't holding up the blankets, palm out. 'OK,' he said. 'OK, think, Collins, think - yeah, OK, this is awkward, and I'm really sorry, because I'm sure you're really - Oh, man. What the hell did I do? Was there drinking? There must have been drinking.

Happy birthday," she said. "And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.

Morley put his hand over his heart and bowed from the waist, a gesture that somehow reminded Claire of Myrnin. It reminded her she missed him, too, which was just wrong. She should not be missing Morganville, or anyone in it. Especially not the crazy boss vampire who'd put fang marks in her neck that would never, ever go away. She was doomed to high-necked shirts because of him. But she did miss him.

Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you...I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not. I'm happy with you. She heard the smile in his voice this time. So what do you really want? A storybook life in Vampireville, with your life on the line every day and a half? I'm considering it, she said. And she was.

Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we're not going to talk about that, right? Ever?" "Right," she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. "Never happened." He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. "Claire—" "I know." "Lock the door," he said.

I guess in my beer-soaked mind it would all just magically work out, and she'd be so happy to see me she'd forget about everything else. Because everybody loves having the drunken self-pitying boyfriend banging on their door at, Jesus, four thirty in the morning.

micheal sighed and closed his eyes for a moment'i'm not sure that was a good idea claire:it will be if you go see her tonight and tell her well watever oh but watch out shes gone all buffy with the stakes and things

Damn. That was stupid, wasn't it? We nearly got killed over ice cream.

Kill me," he said. "I'd rather be a useless corpse than a useful fool.

I won't lie, it was awful, but what was worse was slowly realizing how bad I'd been. How close I'd been to becoming . . . a thing. A senseless monster.

This is the graveyard where they buried our future.