Quotes About Regret

I can't exactly say why I've chosen to write about the things that I am writing about. There are doubtless better stories from my life that I am missing, events and escapades I am not wise enough to know were important. If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars that they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the prose they should have written instead. p 179

In those dangerous narrows grew children who knew too much too young but, sadly, always seemed to learn too little too late.

Except he hadn't fully appreciated what he had until it was gone.

because of her foolishness

I hate the way bitterness is like a black, bubbling tar pit in me, and I hate the way so many memories of you are in that pit.

The price you pay for waltzing with the devil is residing in hell.

I'd have never thought that remembering would bring with it far more trouble than forgetting.

Closing his eyes, he saw every smile that Rebecca had ever directed his way and knew a pang of regret. He would have liked to have held her in his arms one last time before he died.

I was proud of you today, handling William Long the way you did." Her fingers stilled. "What did you think of him the first time you met him?" she asked quietly. "That he was the kind of man you should have married." "And now you don't think that anymore?" "Now, it doesn't matter. You're married to me." "I was the night you met him." Jake's eyes met and held hers in the moonlight. "No, you weren't. Not really." His arm tightened around her. "But you are now.

I understand why you did what you did. Perhaps a part of me even admires you for it. But I can't forgive you for it.

She'd been a silly girl then, full of childish dreams. Sometimes she missed that young girl.

Once, when our paths crossed, he told me that the kindest thing I'd ever done was to not marry him. Perhaps because he was passionately in love with a woman who possessed the wisdom to adore him as he deserved.

Ainsley cleared his throat. "Allow me to apologize for my brother. He's not been himself since he returned home." "With all due respect, Your Grace, I suspect he's being exactly himself. He's just simply no longer the person you knew before he left.

When you're young, you wish for things in the future, but when you grow old... you wish for things from the past to

Fascinating. He'd never known a woman who didn't take up residence in front of a looking glass. "Why have you an aversion to gazing in the mirror?" "Because within a mirror I can't avoid looking into my own eyes. The life I've lived is reflected in my eyes and there are parts of it that I wish to forget." "Yet, it has made you the fascinating woman you are.

I want to see you again," Greystone said quietly. "I'm not certain that's wise. We are of different worlds, Your Grace. In yours, I am but one night and in mine you are destined to be merely a memory.

She gave him a whimsical smile. "It was long ago, Your Grace. And I do not hold a grudge. Although I must admit that sometimes, I miss having someone to sleep with." Reaching out, Sterling trailed his gloved finger along her bare arm. "We could remedy that. Tonight if you like.

couldn't. I knew the truth would cause you to hate me and I'd made the ghastly mistake of falling in love with you." He gave a caustic

He was suddenly aware of the pain rampaging through him. "Where's Swindler?" "Here." He crouched beside Sterling. "We got the boy." Sterling grabbed his shirt, then cursed himself as he fell backward, bringing Swindler with him. "Never make her cry." He didn't know if Swindler nodded, because his entire world went black.

When you're young, you wish for things in the future, but when you grow old … you wish for things from the past

right. She didn't expect him to ever forgive her, wasn't certain she'd ever forgive herself. At the time, she'd had no choice, no options—or at least not any that she could see. In hindsight—

It was like the classic scene in the movies where one lover is on the train and one is on the platform and the train starts to pull away, and the lover on the platform begins to trot along and then jog and then sprint and then gives up altogether as the train speeds irrevocably off. Except in this case I was all the parts: I was the lover on the platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train.

Stephanie says that she wants to know Why she's given half her life, to people she hates now

If you're feeling lousy and you sin in an attempt to feel better, whatever pain you're feeling right now will still be there tomorrow morning, only worse.