Quotes About Regret

I studied the photo of the boy, the one who had died six years ago, and wished I were dead. Dead people didn't have to do homework.

A man is ruled by appetite and remorse, and I swallowed what I could.

Nostalgia is a narcotic.

To regret your sins of commission as much as your sins of omission is to prove yourself a most unworthy sinner.

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! I am so weary of toil and of tears-- Toil without recompense, tears all in vain-- Take them, and give me my childhood again!

He said he regretted to have been forced to keep them by him until now, through his ignorance of where he should send them. So there's the end. I cannot, of course, write again. God takes it all into His own hands, and I wait.

I don't have any control over what memories I get, when I get them. Except every single one of them is something I would have rather forgotten. -- "Erase, Erase, Erase

As if I took my little girl in my arms and held her tight and she's not a little girl anymore, and I still can't save her, can I? Because you can't. I can't save her from my mistakes. Any more than I could save Nell. But at least I can hold Leah's hand.

Wainwright looks like she knows what she's doing is wrong, and it'll never be right inside her head again.

Benedick's flesh, and his colony were replete with recollections that he would have preferred to erase, undo, or lose forever.

He tossed his head to flick his dripping hair from his eyes, and then wished he hadn't, because Baines climbed up the three swaybacked steps to the dais and smoothed the muddy locks back with thick gentle fingers. Kit flinched from the touch as if it burned him, and in his heart he heard an angel whimper.

Dying seemed a small price to pay for such a kiss and now he knew why Selene had fallen away from Muire so disconsolate.

Whatever her life was now, Cricket had made her own mistakes in the past-was still making them, if André Deschênes was any indication-and frankly, she'd class some of them as mistakes only because she got caught.

He glanced down, his lashes thick and ivory against his blue-tinged cheek, and draw the dead man's sheath and knife from his boot.

He might be a dead man. He might sometimes find himself grown very tired. But he could not find it in himself to regret the circumstances of his death, no matter how unusual.

Blinking, startled, as if he had utterly forgotten the Elf-Knight's existence, Kit turned away from the mortal men and hurried to Murchaud's side. Kit pulled Murchaud upright, checking his injuries with a fussiness that left Will tasting bile and jealousy.

He sipped his wine and swirled it in the goblet, wishing bitterly that he could close the distance to the little cover by the fire and be one of them again. Wishing he could remember the touch of Will's hand, the press of Tom's mouth, without tasting the enormous soft emptiness that threatened to open like black wings and enfold him.

She shoved the thought of Genie's giant bright lost eyes into the same box where she kept the memories of Leah, Carver, her mother and father, and Papa Georges.

Memories weigh something. They weigh you down.

She wondered if the man who had written that clever little technomantic virus still would have done so, if he had known he would be breaking her heart for centuries to come.

You left me," David said at last. "You were angry company." But the fingers that traced his brow and cheek were anything but angry. "I wasn't angry at you.

David's hand rest on Sebastien's shirt front and cravat, over where his heart would have beat when he still lived. The pressure felt like a trap, suddenly, and Sebastien pulled away and stood, flicking his suitjacket straight, with his thumbs.

He just wanted to die and now he's in me, and Mallory won't let him die.

Well, I'm the king of Foot in Mouth.