Quotes About Regret

She looked up to see all three of them looking at her. She put her spoon down, knowing she wasn't going to be able to eat until they got the elephant out of the room. What happened a year ago... shouldn't have happened, she said in a low voice

The music touched her, haunted her, because it was so beautiful and because she had never waltzed to it in her true love's arms. And never would.

But I had loved him. A part of me still did. Maybe more than a part of me, because I'm a complete moron.

Every moment away from you feels like time spent in a sort of cell. I can think of nothing, dream of nothing, but you. Unfortunately, I will have to remain in my self-inflicted prison a bit longer, since work will keep me from meeting you tonight. I can't seem to find a way to avoid this... however, I hope this gift will make up for my unforgivable behavior. I saw this and though of you, and St. George. You have slain the dragon. Until we meet again, I am your Lucien.

And then, little by little, the reality of what I had just done sank in: I had just killed my boyfriend's dad!

I was dead, and I hadn't even been able to attend my own funeral.

I'll remind her of how fat her arms looked in that slutty dress she wore at senior prom. That always makes her cry. Like goddamned Niagara falls.

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Why hadn't she said anything? It wouldn't have been weird for her to tell me, "Pierce, back when I was in high school and had terribly poor judgment, I used to go out with an extreme douche.

What?" That's when I knew how wrong I'd been.

But I love him. You know it. You can't ask me to just sit back and let Paul do this. If he succeeds I won't even remember having met Jesse. Right, my dad said reasonably. So it won't hurt. It will, I insisted, It will hurt, Dad. Because deep down I'll know. I'll know there was someone… someone I was supposed to have met. Only I'll never meet him. I'll go through my whole life waiting for him to come along, only he never will. What kind of life is that, Dad, huh? What kind of life is that?

If there are three words in the English language worse than Got a minute? they can only be About last night...

My prom life is over. And so, I am afraid, is my life.

Now he has to make a choice: admit the wrong he's committed, and live with the sorrow of knowing she could never be his . . . or rewrite both their destinies, and change that moment forever.

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.

I'm not sure I'll ever be finished. No matter how much I write, there will always be something I should've said.

I wonder if people always choose what will make them unhappy.

No, he said. Relius was right and I was wrong. You are My Queen. Even though you cut my head from my shoulders, with my last breath as a noose tightens, to the last beat of my heart if I hang from the walls of the palace, you are My Queen. That I have failed you does not change my love for you or my loyalty.

Damn him, damn him, damn him.

The only beautiful thing in the whole country was the queen, and she had sold herself into a marriage with the Eddisian Thief, the very one whose hand she had cut off. There was a match made in hell.

Ion, I'm sorry. I apologize (...) Your Majesty! Are you ill? he demanded You have been quiet this morning. And now you are being... amiable.

Even now, remembering the sound of his voice chastens every word I say.

Once when I visited her, she scuffed around the house in pink pile-lined slippers you'd wear only while waiting for the police to discover you many days dead.

I'm so sorry for loving you, I'm so sorry.... But it was such a wonderful dream, my love, such a wonderful dream.