Quotes About Regret

On the day of his mother's funeral, to the boy I loved more than I had ever loved anything or anyone, I said, "Go to hell.

Conrad calling me again—that was enough to make me forget how to breathe.

In the pool, on that last night of the last summer, we said we'd always come back. It's scary how easy promises were broken. Just like that.

I really wish I had enjoyed it more.

When I got home, my mother was so mad. But I didn't regret it. I never regretted it, not for one second. How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don't. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

I hoped I never saw him again. If I ever had to look at him again, if he looked at me the way he did that day, it would break me.

Josh Sanderson, I liked you first. By all rights, you were mine. And if it had been me, I'd have packed you in my suitcase and taken you with me, or, you know what, I would have stayed. I would never have left you. Not in a million years, not for anything.

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away like that?

He sighs a defeated kind of sigh that hurts my heart. "Goddamn it, Kavinsky." "I'm sorry. I like you, too, John, I really do. I wish . . . I wish we got to go to that eighth grade formal." And then John Ambrose McClaren says one last thing, a thing that makes my heart swell. "I don't think it was our time then. I guess it isn't now, either." John looks over at me, his gaze steady. "But one day maybe it will be.

It doesn't become important until you don't have it anymore.

I turn on my side and close my eyes. What must it be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you? And not just any boy. Josh. Our Josh. To answer her question: yes, I think I have been in real love. Just once, though. With Josh. Our Josh.

I'm standing there in the open door and the thought flies in my head, so quick, so unexpected, I can't stop myself from thinking it: If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.

Just like that, it was over. It was over before I even had a chance.

There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it's hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don't. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

You treated her like garbage and now you decide you want her back.

Nothing good happens after two a.m.

Maybe I wasn't worth remembering.

If I win... do you know what I would wish for?" Don't say it, don't say it. Don't say the thing you can't take back. I'd wish we never started any of this." The words echo in my head, in the air.

Reevie . . . I feel wasted." Her head sways from side to side, her hair hanging in her face. "Will you please take me home?" I peer at her. She's had, like, two beers. I've seen her finish a six-pack in under an hour and not get tipsy.

she went as a "formal apology": she wore a floor-length evening gown we found at Goodwill for ten dollars, and she had a sign around her neck, written in calligraphy, which said, I'm sorry.

You know the saddest part? Josh and I will never be friends like we were before. Not after all this. That part's just over now. He was my best friend." I

När hon kom ut från duschen, påklädd och med blött hår, tittade hon på mig med den där hoppfulla blicken, och jag tittade tillbaka som om jag inte kände igen henne. Helt tom. Jag såg hur hennes blick slocknade. Jag såg hur hennes kärlek till mig dog. Jag hade dödat den.

Jag slog näven i vattnet. Fan ta honom. Det här är en sak mellan mig och Belly. Den självbelåtne jäveln. Han skulle gifta sig med min tjej och jag kunde inte göra någonting åt det. Jag kunde bara stå och titta på, eftersom han var min bror, eftersom jag lovat. Ta hand om honom, Connie. Jag litar på dig.