Quotes About Regret

I always knew it was ill-fated, but he truly believed I would be his bride. I guess I'd never realized that before. He had taken my mucker hand and looked at my mottled face and believed we would wed. And he hadn't seemed sorry. In fact, he'd swooped me up in a corridor and kissed me. That set me to crying.

Guilt is the hyena that'll lunge from behind and hamstring you.

So I will just say it. I cannot love you as a man loves a woman. I am so sorry if I have presumed what is not true or have taken liberties with your sentiments. I hope you can forgive me.

Still, I am ashamed that I was ashamed. Marda, I hope you are not ashamed of me for being ashamed. If so, shame on you.

Go back to your wife....you man whore!" Shouted the old woman, raising her walker for another strike.

She kissed the top of his head and stroked his back. "If, a year from now, you were stuck on the tracks and a train was coming, what would you regret? Not taking a road trip to the Grand Canyon? Or not spending that year with Emma?" He gave a short laugh. "Trust me, Emma is the train." "That's love, honey." She squeezed a little harder and he felt some of the crappiness he'd been feeling slip away.

We're always living days we can never get back. So we make new ones. That's all.

Her grief for both of them was flavored with guilt the way salt flavors the sea; she could taste it in the tears.

Since I'm eatin' crow, I might as well finish the whole bird.

She shook her head, but it was too late, and he was pulling her into his arms and bending his head to hers and she supposed that she could have stopped him. Should have stopped him. But no power in the world could have prevented her lips from parting in a sharp little gasp of remembered pleasure as he drove his mouth down like a man who had been starved of kisses.

She finally cannot stand the pressure of the gUilt, and she kills herself.

and not to have lost him when he loved me, and not to have lost someone who could have loved me for life.

I never thought to see you again, I never thought to seek you.

As long as we draw breath, we owe it to the ones we loved and lost to live out our lives without wasting them on regrets.

he wasn't crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.

The promises of the future cannot undo the harm of the past.

She was smiling as she leaned toward Reed, who stooped down to put his lips against her ear. He would tell her that he wanted to travel to Merendon, or Marring Cross or Cranfield, someplace far away and exotic. He was the sort of man whose wish altered every year. He said in a voice that only she could hear: "I wish you were not my sister." She pulled back and stared up at him. He smiled, his face just faintly touched with sadness, and tossed his true-love into the fire.

I'm sorry about the way it looks. . . People often said that when they let him in, as if he were a health inspector instead of a sheriff. He had once gone to arrest a murderer who had let him in with just those words. The only remorse she'd shown, in fact.

It's not a real past….The past is really not that interesting.

At the end of the day, the only thing you'll sigh over after making a poet fall for you is that you could not become his first love.

Picture the rest of your life without Del and give me a one word description of it." "I can't decide between bleak or pathetic," Tyler admitted finally. "There you go.

As I was watching, I thought about how unfair it was that she and I had to think about having kids—that we had to sit here talking about it, feeling like if we didn't have children, we would always regret it. It suddenly seemed like a huge conspiracy to keep women in their thirties—when you finally have some brains and some skills and experience—from doing anything useful with them at all.

I am old enough to see how little I have done in so much time, and how much I have to do in so little.

That's the thing about angry words - once you spill them out, they are like a broken jar of honey on the floor, all sticky and mess. And no matter how hard you try to clean it up, you can always feel that sticky part of the tile" -Cordie