Quotes About Regret

And then she was gone, disappearing into the nearby stacks like a rabbit taking to its hole, and he was left with a computer he didn't know how to use, words he could barely read, and the knowledge that he wasn't just a killer. Most of the time, he was a pretty poor excuse for a person, too.

When did I become the enemy here? I have only ever done what the old man wanted me to do." She spoke like those words were being physically torn out of her. "Do you have any idea what that's cost me?

But after reading even just a couple of my mom's postcards? It was getting harder to ignore Grayson's presence beside me, harder not to think about Jameson. My eyes stung, even though there was zero reason for me to be crying.

You hated the idea of me." "But not you. Never you." "I wanted Eve to be different," Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered. He looked at me one last time. "There are so many things that I will never say.

Whoever triggered the explosion must have mistimed things. If you'd been two steps closer, you would have died." His voice got tighter. "Two of my men didn't make it." Devastating guilt drilled through me, a needle-thin icicle straight to the heart. I felt heavy and numb. "I'm sorry.

It's not the things you can't find that haunt you. It's when you choose not to look.

I moved on from Emily," he said. "Gray didn't. And I know in my soul that if he had, he could have loved you. He would have.

I knew that he had billions of reasons to want me now, when he'd never cared enough to stick around for either of us before.

En ik zal voor altijd spijt hebben van wat ik je zus heb aangedaan.

You knew, and you did it anyway. I will never forgive you for this.

Libby's hair was dyed again--not one color, but dozens. I thought about what she'd said about her ninth birthday. About the cupcakes my mom had baked for her, and the rainbow colors she'd clipped into her hair, and I wondered how much of her life Libby had spent trying to get that one perfect moment back.

Sometimes they return to exact revenge.

I know it's wrong, and it makes me sick, this new seething venom inside me, but I cannot help it.

Reggie had always been a quiet kid, even with her own family, and part of the reason for this was that she never knew the right thing to say. Words didn't come easily to her, they were stumbling blocks rather than lines of connection. And only later, after the fact, when she was replaying conversations in her head late at night, did the right words come—a cruel joke, too little, too late.

the dead can blame

The mistake of Marc Antony's death haunts all suicides, with its reminder that we do not always know where we really are in our story.

What would I have said to him if I'd known I would never see him again?

If that blue could stay for ever; if that hole could remain for ever." There was nothing to make him last.

You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier just to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.

How can something so final happen in an instant? No preparation. No warning. No chance to do all the things you planned to do. No chance to say goodbye.

I hate you. If only I'd known. If only I'd been enough . I let you down. I wish I could have done something. I should have done something. Was it my fault? Why wasn't I enough? Come back. I love you. I'm sorry.

I thought I could wait, but I can't. Sorry.

Angry at him for leaving without a word, angry at myself for being so easy to leave and for not being enough to make him want to stick around.

Besides,in that instant we went plowing through the guardrail, my words died too.