Quotes About Regret

But so uncaring is life against the man who has killed a child that everything after is too late.

Despite the intensity of our brief friendship in Sacramante, Liviana Tricante never came to visit me.

I spent much of my time painting, and portraits of a dozen lost loves adorned the walls of my home; their cold eyes stared down at me with disdain, their lips forever smiling.

Peveral Othman had been demonic in his obsessions, but he had never experienced doubt or regret. Shem yearned for that strength of indifference now.

I smiled when I discovered the bruise of a love-flower on his neck-quite a large one, in fact. It was one of those poignantly sad moments; whomever had given in that vigorous caress would never do so again.

Is there an army of ex-lovers out for my blood now?

The man was canny, but then he had not lost a son.

He and his brother had once been so close, literally part of each other; in defiling himself, he was defiling Cabochan. When this was pointed out, Cabochan was appalled to see an expression on his brother's face, which suggested that that was one of his reasons for becoming what he had.

It had happened all wrong.

There is almost too much to say between us, Val. A thousand apologies will not change the past on either side.

Khaster is dead," Taropat said. "He was killed by the man you would have me serve. You are all under his spell. I pity you.

What lived in the room was never far from Daniel's mind. It lurked there, like something he didn't want to to do and had forcibly forgotten, or something to be face in the future that he dreaded. What lived there was the ghost of his former love.

For a moment, she thought of Varencienne and an unfamilar pang clenched her heart. My daughter, she thought. Where is she? Will she ever forgive me for this?

Ghosts only lived in the past, caught up in their melodramas, reliving and reliving them. Selish they were, selfish and blind.

The most cruel thing about life, she thought, was not the fact that you aged and decayed, but that you appreciated youth and vitality only when it was too late.

You chose the wrong path, Wilfish. You could have been with me, which we both know is what you truly desired.

If I talked of Valraven Palindrake disparagingly before you went to Caradore as his bride, it was the voice of my pain.

The dull ruby light of the fire did not seem to touch the boy. He was the lamb to the slaughter; pure, beautiful, burning with his own white light. Othman experienced a twinge which was almost regret; all that potential soon to be quenched, extinguished, gutted. He allowed himself to bask in the ray of pure love for Daniel which speared his being.

The affair did not last, and what you have heard is no doubt the poison that lingers in a broken heart.

I want to make love to you properly." "Well you can't, and you've only yourself to blame.

Being a friend to me might set you on a path you'll regret.

Almorante's fey mystic was gone for good. He remembered how he was that time in Recolletine with Khaster and how it seemed now as if that boy had never lived. He'd believed he was clever enough to guide Khaster and himself through dangerous waters to safety, but he'd been careless, too confident. He still had his shine, but it was the radiance of a black sun now, full of poison.

How much Tayven had been like good food: a delight to the senses. People had wanted to gorge on him and they had. But the flavors eventually had become bitter.

I think she's running from a broken heart. She left it behind her somewhere, but she can still hear it cracking.