Quotes About Regret

No ale for the girl, Birgit, Aidan said to the woman. Do we not have milk? Regin's face heated. And all the worse, because she would dearly love some milk.

Regin to Declan: Lemme guess, Regin said. You had your introductory spiel all planned, but rational thought deserted you when you saw me stroll in braless.-- --For the record, She continued, it's not my fault I came in here looking like Chesty LaRue. You caught me on laundry day, so I have no undergarments on. Though I will cop to a little extra spring in my step for your benefit.

He'd given her the mother of all hangovers - a run-in with the wrath of grapes.

Lachlain said, Before you go, I wanted to pass on some advice. Emma told me that to win your mate, you have to accept Regin. The two are thick as thieves. Always have been. Since they were children. So calling Regin a glowing bluidy freak dinna help my cause? On top of the lie? Christ, I've bollixed this up.

I've wrought my family's destruction. Killed those I loved most, with my very touch. My dark precipice has been reached. I throw back my head and roar as recognition takes hold. I am Death...

Meaningless sex is like eating the worm at the bottom of a tequila bottle: fun in the moment, but not something you'd want to repeat over and over." —MELANTHE OF THE DEIE SORCERI, QUEEN OF PERSUASION

Bettina knew exactly what she'd say: Trehan Daciano, I screwed up. I thought you were going to die, and I acted to save you. Clearly, I was too hasty. Sometimes I do foolish things, especially if my entire life is off kilter, and I'm struggling with emotions I've never felt before.

How could he be so good to me when I'd hurt him so deeply? I remembered his blood-curdling roar when I'd ridden away from him—to be with Jack. . . . As

I'll get you back for this," Mari whispered to MacRieve. "I don't have to use magick to make you sorry for trying to humiliate me." "I thought your 'tube of lipstick' might bring you round. And I dinna even have to turn it on." Her cheeks burned anew. "Are you done?" "Canna say.

I knew everything before her. And it was all wrong.

Wroth fell to his knees, head bowed as a guttural sound of pain erupted from his chest. At the first opportunity, he'd offered her torture, only to follow it by stealing her freedom from her. And then… A heart for a heart. She'd made his beat. Had he broken hers? He'd lost her. And he'd deserved to.

I will never be your perfect Viking, Regin! I've made unforgivable mistakes. I've no family or friends, and my men hold no love for me. I'm scarred inside and out. And I'm bloody askin' for you anyway!

I'd rather not have had a glimpse of what I've been missing.

Would your sisters frown on the fact that you're attracted to me? She faced him once more. I'm not! Lie to yourself, Lousha. No' to me. I was there with you that night, remember? You might be trying no' to recall it, but it's seared into my head. No, actually I want to recall it—I like to remember my mistakes. So I don't repeat them.

I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.

What had possessed her to kiss him?

I? Why hadn't I trusted myself? Because I'd trusted the woman across the street instead, that's why. That grown up. That Assistant Principal. So in a way, it had been my fault. But in another way, not. But no matter whose fault it was, I still had bruises on my arms. And now, memories I didn't want.

The thing is done; it can't be undone. How can one go back and change a moment passed? Even a moment that should never have come. I fear with the deed I have lost not only my virtue but my life as well. For of all life's betrayers, the heart is the worst. It flutters with joyful anticipation, leading down paths better untrod. Now that I know my heart, I must never follow it again.

Perhaps that's why I find myself looking backward. The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present.

I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

One thing I can tell you for sure is this: we only regret what we don't do in life.

El futuro es un vacío indiferente que no le interesa a nadie, mientras que el pasado está lleno de vida y su rostro nos excita, nos irrita, nos ofende y por eso queremos destruirlo o retocarlo. Los hombres quieren ser dueños del futuro sólo para poder cambiar el pasado.

I feel rather blue to-night. I am a horrid little goose, I know - but the trouble is, I can't help being a horrid little goose.

J'ai médité la mort. Je me suis imaginé n'existant pas, gardant le regret de n'exister pas, emportant dans mon cercueil le souvenir de la vie, comme une bague reste au doigt d'un cadavre.