Quotes About Regret

Guilt is the greatest monster. Remorse, a killer. But the worst are the memories. Yet sometimes, they are the only things that keep our people alive.

She was the most beautiful woman in the world. If she was alive I'd probably be a better person.

She shrugged. "I don't have my horse anymore." " Your horse? The horse was mine." "Don't be ridiculous." Evanjalin continued walking up the track. "You would never have stolen the horse in Sarnak if I didn't encourage you. So I consider it mine.

And there it was. That slight lisp. That awful accent. That funny face that made him ache. Charlie wasn't just a cheat. He was a liar as well. Because Violette Zidane wasn't just the girl he was shagging, like he told the cop. She sort of owned his heart a little. Kind of a lot.

I'd go back to the moment it all fell apart and I'd start there.

I wasn't there that day to get on the three forty seven to Yass,' he says. "I was there to throw myself in front of it

I'm sorry," he says, "for that time I kissed you at that party and for that time at the wedding and more than anything for the thousand times that I wanted to and didn't have the guts to.

Not just a name but a state of mind I never want to revisit, although I do keep him at the back of my mind for those times I get my hopes raised about something. So then I can slap myself into reality and remind myself of what happens when you let someone into your sacred space.

Once she made him watch Pride and Prejudice and for ages he would reword Mr. Bingley's apology to Jane Bennet, saying, "I've been an inexplicable fool," for anything from losing his keys to burping out loud. Her reply to anything she wanted to do was Jane Bennet's response to Bingley's marriage proposal: "A thousand times yes.

Que no viera nunca los momentos de mi vida que han estado llenos de negligencia, miedo y repulsión, momentos a los que nunca podré volver, porque sé que me entorpecerán el resto de mi vida si me permito recordarlos un solo instante.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life. That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin. And this was her penance. Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.

And I said, 'I'm thinkin' I've wasted too much time thinkin', is what I'm thinkin'.

She sat there enveloped in sadness, realizing that of all the words she had wanted to say and hear, she had not heard or said any of them.

You don't see him again. Sometimes you worry that he loved you better than any man ever has or will--even if it had nothing to do with you. Even now, he is every blue blazer getting into a cab, every runner along the river, every motorcycle coming and going.

I shake my head, thinking of times past, before everything had happened. I wish I could take back all of the times I complained about being too hot, or too cold, or being bored, or too busy. I wish I could have all those times back, and just be happy to be in the moment. All of my little complaints seem so silly, so trite, especially now.

If you live every day like it's your last, then you have no regret, because each new dawn it's a blessing in itself — a gift you didn't know you were being given.

But they hadn't seen the expression on Adam's face that day. Forgiveness just wasn't an option, not in this case. Anyway, that really wasn't the point. She didn't want forgiveness. All Leonie ever wanted was for Adam to know that she'd never meant to hurt him, and if she managed that, it would be enough.

I suppose I am a glutton for punishment really, voluntarily attending a wedding to watch the love of my life marry another woman.

After all, Leonie knew better than most that there were some situations that just couldn't be fixed, and some actions that couldn't be undone.

Looking back at that conversation, I can't help wondering: Did I know? Did I know what was coming, and did I think that as long as I wouldn't let Livvie say the words, they wouldn't be true?

Keenan] 'What am I going to do?' He sank to the floor. [Donia] 'Hope that some of us are kinder to you than you've been to us,' she whispered. Then, before she could soften again, she walked away and left the Summer King kneeling in her foyer.

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.

I love you," he said. Icicles formed on his skin as she stared at him for several heartbeats. "Do you suppose that changes anything?" "I want it to." He knelt at her feet, but didn't even dare touch her hand. "Don, I want it to meant everything. It should.