Quotes About Regret

They burnt his flag," he finished on a sob. "Before I left, I asked my dad what happened to Kevin's flag, and he said he'd burnt it.

Regret is the sound of the ghosts of our own making. I will live with mine until I die.

He'd been there as the brothers had grieved, had seen the damage wreaked on someone who should have been young and beautiful, but who instead had wasted in the poison of his parents' garden.

Davy's boyfriend—husband, dammit, husband!—had a niece who they cared for. Henry had forgotten about that until he'd walked up onto their porch, and suddenly he couldn't decide who was dirtier, his brother for coming out to the family and walking away or Henry for getting kicked off the farm and dragging all his problems with him.

It hit you, is all," he said. "What you've given up your

whole life. What you had for a couple of months. What you're giving up again.

I really do," she said, not looking at him. "Because once he stays here tonight, I'll have a constant reminder that you picked him and not me, and you did it before you even knew you could have him." He grimaced. "It was a near thing," he told her, thinking about how pretty she'd looked in the sunshine and how cold she looked now. "Only because I could have your babies, Joe. And I still lost by a mile. C'mon.

If you thought it was my goddamned fault, couldn't you have called me and told me he was gone? it would have been fucking plus to come to his fucking funeral, you bloodless whore - you ever think of that?

I'm sorry I left you at your dad's." Now his eyes narrowed, and I knew how pissed he'd been. "That was an interesting choice. Whyfor did you do that?" I sighed and turned off

My armor's tarnished and I shot your horse—I think you can skip the dress. What do you want to hear?

Oh, damn the words he once threw like dandelions to the wind. Now when he needed them, they were buried under bandages and broken teeth.

I opened my heart, it filled with love, with sex, with power, with new. With every door I pulverized, I knew I'd be missing you.

You get killed, Ace, I'm goin' out and blowin' the first ten guys I find. I'll curse your name every time they come.

The man I loved would spit on my grave, and he'd make it stick.

You involved me in a kinky threesome before coffee," he said, hating everybody. "I regret nothing.

I'm sorry your friend died back when you were a lost child, mal'chik, but I am not sorry it was not you. Of all the fucking awful things I did as a mother, seeing you grown is the one I will not regret.

Unspoken things—stupid unspoken things: Grant Adams had a finite number of hugs left.

Kill me. Kill me now. "I, uhm, well, I haven't done anything that could get him pregnant?

He's… he's the reason I didn't get a bike when I was eleven, so I could have a Sammy now.

Your grandmother's going to hell—the bad one where nobody remembers you, just so you know.

Deacon thought he'd felt like Death shit him out and served him as the dog's breakfast before… well, now he knew how it felt when the dog threw him back up and buried him in guilt.

Carrefour" O You, Who came upon me once Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing, Why did you not strangle me before speaking Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words And then leave me to the mercy Of the forest bees. Originally published in Coterie: A Quarterly: Art, Prose, and Poetry No. 4. Edited by Lall Chaman (1920)

Moral decisions. She had thought she was done with them. You did your best and then wondered for the rest of your life if you'd done the right thing.

No, it's too much. I should never have let you know that I was here. After all, there was no reason to tell you. It was just that we landed and I was sucked up by the tentacles of this, your city, and your name and that summer that were all inseparable and I called as soon as I put my bag down on the bed in this room.