Quotes About Regret

And now I live with that sin of cowardice on my face forever.

Rhys told himself that everything came with a price. He'd made a difficult choice years ago to regain all he had, and some days he could convince himself that life was like war: bitter, desperate choices were often made in the name of survival, and some inevitably survived at the expense of others.

If he'd been able to imagine it, perhaps he could have saved himself from what was to come. A grief that would reshape his life the way a tsunami reshaped a coastline.

This man offered her forever. And if Prescott had asked a month ago...If he'd asked the day before she'd encountered Jonathan Redmond at midnight outside the Duke of Greyfolk's house... Ah, but she was a different woman now. One kiss had changed that. And a ballroom orgasm.

Still, there was something he'd wanted to know for some time now, and he found he couldn't deny himself this particular opportunity. Very gently, almost stealthily, he leaned forward and rested the backs of his fingers against Susannah's cheek. He regretted it instantly. For her skin was every bit as soft as he'd dreamed.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

It's a shame you know, he called over his shoulder. What's a shame? Duncan asked. That I didn't capture her first. Duncan smiled. Nay, Edmond, it was a blessing. God's truth, I would have taken her from you.

foolish men say things in anger that they later regret and an angry tongue does not mean one is guilty.

But she would never forget Brodick... or the spontaneous kiss he'd given her that had meant nothing to him and everything to her.

Why? Why did you do this to me? He's going to come after me. He won't just kill me. He'll go after you, too. That's right, He can't take the chance. I didn't tell you about it...why? He repeated on a sob? Why did you- You wouldn't take me to New York His mouth dropped open NEW YORK? he shouted. You did all this because I wouldn't take, you to New York!

Family," she whispered. "So many people go through their lives with blinders on. They become self-involved and only want to think about their wants and their desires. They don't leave room for anything else, and then, too late, they realize how important their families were.

The night of his arrest, he asked me to go get him a glass of water. We'd just gone to bed and I was so tired. I was exhausted. So I told him to go get it himself. 'Next time I will,' he said, and then he rolled over and went right to sleep. Later, as they were taking him away, all I could think was, 'Now he'll always be thirsty.' Even now, in my dreams, he's still searching for water.

Surely there must be something they had said, or done, surely there must be some mistake they had made, surely they must be guilty of something, some obscure crime, perhaps, of which they were not even aware.

They had a confidence that we lacked. And much better hair. So many colors. And we regretted that we could not be more like them.

When a "regrettable incident" has been encoded and stored in memory, it can be both at an implicit and explicit level, and it can alter how we feel about another person in ways that persist for long periods of time following the experience.

I wept in self-pity, and because I knew you could never go back. You chose your path, and that was it.

Bran held his voice level. In time, you will regret these words. You may hold me captive now, and believe me helpless. But each foulword you speak of her brings your death a little closer. --Bran to Eamonn

I wanted so much to keep you safe. I did my best. I'm sorry things didn't come out different for the two of us. I wish I could have been good enough for you.

Each of us wore our memories of what might have been.

Look forward, not back, the Hag said. All is change. Do not regret. Instead, learn.

The day before you died was the longest, slowest day ever. It gave you more time than you could possibly want to contemplate all the things you'd got wrong, the chances you'd missed, the errors you'd made. It was long enough to convince the most hopeful person that there was no point in anything.

The error was not yours, Somerled, Eyvind said quietly, moving to the doorway. It was mine. I failed to teach you the one lesson you could not do without: how to be a man.

Only a fool gives up his one treasure.