Quotes About Regret

I would never have left Everton if it hadn't been Manchester United.

I should have won more. Definitely. If I practised like Mark Selby I might have done twice as many.

I got married way too young.

I don't think I should have been married... to anybody.

It was a mistake not to marry at the right age. When you get older, even men aren't interested in you.

Then kiss me, Claire he whispered. And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret. I couldn't answer, but kissed him, first his hand, it's crooked fingers, warm and firm, and the brawny wrist of a sword-wielder, and then his mouth, heaven and promise and anguish all mingled, and the salt of tears in the taste of him.

She felt guilty, as she had when she'd heard Matt's deep, beloved voice after thirty-odd years. She'd been too flustered to say much to him, and in the end, regretfully, she'd hung up on him out of sheer embarrassment.

We never know what we're missing until we don't have it anymore.

Tate was probably on his way back to the nation's capitol right now, she thought miserably. He would have protected her, and her child, but she'd sent him off in a fury. Great going, Cecily, she told herself. What a headline they'll have now! Former Teenage Love Slave Killed By Vengeful Gambling Syndicate. That would give people something to read with their morning coffee!

Oh, do you think I broke his wrist?" Cecily asked, puzzled, as she wrapped her arms around her chest and stared at the writhing form on the floor. "You might have," Tate returned in a voice like steel. "But I called the ambulance because I broke several of his ribs." He didn't sound sorry, either.

Well so am I." She stared at the coverlet. "What I said…earlier," she faltered, glancing at him and then away. "I was overwrought and tired, and I guess I kind of got carried away." "You mistook a chill for true love?

There is a song, Noreen, he said tenderly. It was nominated for an Academy Award. I can't sing, enamorada, but the words say that when a man loves a woman, really loves her, he can see his unborn children in her eyes. - To my shame, I saw my sons in your eyes the day I found you in the kitchen at your aunt's house, he whispered, watching her face color. And I was married. What a living hell it was, to know such a sin and be unable to repent it. (Diana Palmer)

Her green eyes went up to the sky. Well, it wasn't such a very bad place to die, she mused as drowsiness swept over her. She was near Winthrop, even though he didn't care anymore. Maybe he'd bury her here, and she'd be near him forever…

Funny how life pays you back for hurting other people. You may get what you want, but then you have to live with it. Some choices carry their own punishment.

Howl pointed a shaky hand up toward the canopy of his bed. "That's why I love spiders. 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try, again.' I keep trying," he said with great sadness. "But I brought it on myself by making a bargain some years ago, and I know I shall never be able to love anyone properly now." The water running out of Howl's eyes was definitely tears now.

Charles realized that if he were going to apologize to Chrestomanci, he had better do it at once. He turned around to say it. But the folds had already rippled flat and nothing was the same anymore....

In a way it was worth it, she thought, except that it was such a total waste.

I shall die and then you'll all be sorry.

Por eso me gustan las arañas. Si al principio no lo consiguen, lo vuelven a intentar. Yo lo intento —dijo con gran pesar—. Pero la culpa es mía, porque hice un trato hace años y ahora jamás seré capaz de amar a nadie de verdad.

She realized Howl was going out then. "You'll make your cold worse," she said. "I shall die and then you'll all be sorry," the red-bearded man said, and went out through the door with the knob green-down.

Now there, Charles,' said Chrestomanci, 'you have an excellent example quite apart from rights and wrongs, of why it is such a bad idea to do things to people. Everyone is now sorry for Simon. Which is not what you want at all, is it?

I build your robust image, knowing nothing of the woman   whose heart you rent, if your conscience scolds, or regret bites,   the frets, the dreams you dream awake, the sirens that rouse you in the night.

She thought she would do something with them someday, although she could not have said what and in fact she never did.

Joanna has an unmanageable lump in her throat and wonders why it's always the happy memories that make her cry.