Quotes About Regret

Funny, 'ow you can 'old a jewel in your 'and, and toss it away, and not even know what you 'ad until it's gone.

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.

What's done is done. Whether to you, or by you, and you cannot change it. But what's not done is not done. And there, both hope and hazard lie.

But his words fall away. He looks confused. He looks flustered and sorry. Like you do when you run up to someone you think you know and take her arm and she turns around and you were wrong.

He had known the rarest of things -love, real love - he'd held it in his hand and he'd thrown it away. What was left for him? A lifetime of second-bests

If you're going to bury the past, bury it deep, girl. Shallow Graves always give up their dead.

Ghosts are not the dead, come back from the grave to torment the living; ghosts are already here. They live inside us, keening in the ashes of our sorrows, mired in the thick, clutching mud of our regrets.

The driver's on me in an instant. She's crying and trembling. She grabs the front of my jacket and shakes me. "You crazy bitch!" she screams. "I could have killed you!" "Sorry," I say "Sorry?" she shouts. "You don't look sorry. You-" "Sorry you missed," I say. She lets go of me then. Takes a step back.

am the huntsman. Dead now, but that's no matter. The dead speak. With tongues blackened by time and regret. You can hear us if you listen.

We all make mistakes," Lucanos said. "The danger lies in letting those mistakes make us." "Make us what?" asked Belle. "Make us believe we can't put things right. Make us think there's no hope. Make us give up," the beetle said, giving Belle a very direct look.

let Corvus into my heart the day Edward's soldiers came, and he's been there ever since. Devouring it bit by bit. Every decision I made was led by Corvus. Every cruelty I inflicted. Every life I took. He convinced me that mercy was weakness. That kindness would be repaid with treachery. And I believed him. And now?

We are not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.

All I'd need is a minute. Not major time. Not the kind of time it takes to compose a symphony. Build a palace. Fight a war. Just a few crappy seconds. The kind of time it takes to tie a shoe. Peel a banana. Blow your nose. But I haven't got it. And I never will.

She wrapped her hands around the bars, tears welling in her eyes. She'd been wrong, so wrong. Captain Krause and his men hadn't been pursuing her to hurt her; they'd been trying to rescue her

I try to think of something to say. Something nice, but not so wildly untrue that I'll embarrass the both of us by saying it. But it's too late. The door slams. The sound echoes through the room. He's gone. Once again.

We're not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.

I should have run away from you and started college and gone on without you. But I would always have regretted it if I didn't give this a shot. - Tiffany

Think like a middle-aged man with OCD, a dead wife, and a teenage daughter. Think like a woman with three teenage sons who once ran a golf cart into the side of their granddad's house." "Cameron and Sean shouldn't have let me drive," Adam said in his own defense. "I was seven." "You shouldn't have ASKED to drive. You were seven.

Finally he said, "I am sorry for it. His mama didn't teach him right." My mama didn't teach me right either, I thought, and I don't act that way. I kept rocking.

This was about to go very bad, because Adam was going to cry. "I miss you," he said, and his voice broke.

I'll admit,I may have carried a torch for him all these years.He just blew it out.

Was it good to treasure the memory of a few perfect hours together? Or would I have been better off never meeting him?

I felt confident that she wouldn't find out what a chicken I was,because after the comp,if I hadn't gone off the jump,I would be dead of shame.And if I had gone off the jump,I would be just plain dead.

Then Gavin got into his car, and Nick hiked through the snow toward his SUV. "Oh,mo," I mumbled through toothpaste. I couldn't let him get away.Not now. I swished,spat,and ran for the front door,pausing only to shove my feet into galoshes owned by some unknown member of Liz's family.Her stepdad,I decided as I tried to run down the snowy front steps. The galoshes were so big,it was like wading in a Tennessee river.