Quotes About Regret

I'm sorry," I added. "Really, Jamie, I couldn't help it.

You don't suppose she'd try to—to get Ian back?" "She didna want him when she put him out of her house," Jamie pointed out. "Why would she now?" I looked at him over the rim of my second—or possibly third—glass. "How little you know of women, my love," I said, shaking my head in mock dismay. "And after all these years.

So now thee has doomed thy kinsman, repudiated thy father, and caused me to betray my principles. What next?!" "Oh, bloody hell," he said, and grabbed her arms, pulled her roughly to him, and kissed her. He let go and stepped back quickly, leaving her bug-eyed and gasping. The

Do you know—" he began, then stopped. He looked down at his clenched hands, then, not at me. A blue stone winked on one knuckle, bright as a teardrop.

remembering so acutely Jamie's flesh and weight and ardor, and so urgently wanted him to be Jamie that I had succeeded for an instant in thinking that he was, only to be crushed like a grape at the realization that he wasn't, all my soft insides spurting out. Had he felt or thought the same things, waking to find me there beside him?

I felt sick when I thought of the end—but I really wanted to remember how. How it felt, and how I did it, so maybe I can do it again, with Roger.

I wept for him while he was still alive to know it

no matter how much a man may try to do what is right, the outcome may not be one that he either foresees or desires. And that's grounds for regret—sometimes verra great regret," he added more softly, "but not for everlasting guilt. For it is there we must throw ourselves on God's mercy and hope to receive it.

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His own words brought back to him the letters he had written now and then. The phantoms, as he thought of them: letters he'd written to Jamie Fraser—honest, conversational, heartfelt, and very real. No less real because he'd burned them all.

She had dark hair, very wavy, bound back from her brow with a rose-colored ribbon but falling loose down her back, nearly to her waist. He had actually raised a hand to stroke it before catching hold of himself. Then she turned around. Pale skin, big dark eyes, and an oddly knowing look in those eyes when she met his own—which she did, very directly, when he set the third chair down before her. Annalise

Grey seized him by the shoulders, seeking to ease him back. "Henry, my dear. Do forgive me. I didn't mean—

I will find you," he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you—then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest." His

The last time I saw you," Grey said, very quietly, "I came within an inch of putting a bullet through your head. Don't give me cause to regret my restraint." He let go and stood up. "Stay away from my son—stay away from me. And if you will take a well-meant bit of advice—go back to France. Quickly.

DON'T ASK QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR THE ANSWERS TO In the woods, an hour's ride outside Philadelphia JOHN GREY HAD BEEN quite resigned to dying. Had expected it from the moment that he'd blurted out, "I have had carnal knowledge of your wife." The only question in his mind had been whether Fraser would shoot him, stab him, or eviscerate him with his bare hands.

If the loss of Ian haunts my dreams, the loss of you haunts my days, Jamie.

Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach,' he said softly. 'I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it.' The

J'ai connu une jeune fille de ce nom Amélie," Fergus said. "Mais elle est morte.

For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest. His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. "Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

I lost $6 in Atlantic City once and said, 'Never again.'

I would have liked to have done more at Atletico. I was only there for a year.

I didn't want to be 50 or 60 and auditioning for a three-line role.

It's a very sad thing to do, to divorce.

The New York Dolls are the only band that we grew up on that we haven't played with.