Quotes About Regret

I would have preferred raised stones as markers," she said simply, and he understood that she was confiding a deeply private thing to him. "I imagined something upright, tall, with chiseled angels rising from it. I wanted a curved elaborate script to spell their names, a poem or a prayer carved into marble. I wanted a building built. A mausoleum.: She sighed. "I wanted something as magnificent as grief.

Grief is healing, so grieve. But regret is poison. No looking back.

O remorso pode ser uma grande inconveniência, especialmente quando o que fizemos ou deixamos de fazer pode ter consequências muito sérias.

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

But my heart, thou hast betrayed me deep. You have closed all doors but one and that I slammed in anger.

Kerwick, tú y yo jamás podremos regresar adonde estábamos antes que vinieran los normandos. Entre nosotros se ha cerrado una puerta. Olvida que fui una vez tu prometida. -Ninguna puerta hay entre nosotros, Aislinn —dijo él con amargura-. Sólo un hombre." El bobo y la paloma.

air, and even the rain could not wash the

Conscience is that still, small voice that yells so loud the morning after." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'm sure your father thought he'd have more time. Hadn't we all.

It won't happen again, I swear it!" Karic rasped. "If we'd reached my lair in time it never would have happened at all!" "But it did, it did and nothing will ever be the same!

But there was no way to know, and no way to go back. I could not revise. I had been who I had been, and so I largely remained.

He didn't know what it was like to live between memory and regret with nothing to numb it.

He didn't know what it was like to live between memory and regret

There is not one part of me that won't shrink and die without you. There is not one moment when I will not regret the very air I breathe. I am inadequate, a complete failure in the very task of loving and yet I love you. I love you. Badly. Stupidly. As clumsily and as greedily and as hopelessly as a child. And I would not, for all the world, have you believe otherwise. I am broken.

Please tell me it's going to rain today, Francois.' 'Ah!' he smiled. (This was obviously familiar territory.) 'I regret to inform you that the forecast calls for nothing but sunshine.' 'Relentless sunshine,' she corrected him.

She pined for Rick and the brief but happy life they had once shared, before his drinking had ruined everything.

that regret, the anger – well, it's like holding your breath. It ends up suffocating you. I had to let it go.

If you want to live a life free of regret, there is an option open to you. It's called a lobotomy.

preferring to live in the dusty ashes of what he'd once been than to risk the flames

I hate when I take a woman to my bed who has already been in yours. I feel like they're comparing us." Grey grinned. "And find you lacking?" As much as he regretted some of his past, he was still a man, with a man's sexual pride. If looks could kill, he'd be on the grass gasping his last. "I doubt it.

What were she and Maxwell talking about at this moment? "I owe you an apology." Archer came to stand beside him, also looking over the garden. "I shouldn't have said what I did. It was very low of me." Grey shrugged. "You've said worse." "True, but those times I was right." He laughed. "I'm not so sure you're not right now as well.

He had promised Charles Danvers that he would stay away from his daughter and he had willfully and recklessly broke that vow despite the best of intentions. However, Charles Danvers had made many promises as well, promises he broke when he took his own life. So if his old friend's ghost ever did come a-haunting, Grey would feel reasonably justified in telling him to sod off.

No doubt he was brooding upstairs in their bedroom, or perhaps in his study, wishing to God that he'd had the sense to stay the hell away from her as her father asked of him. God knew there had been a few moments as of late when she'd thought the very same. And then she realized that she would rather be miserable with Grey than content with any other man. How pathetic and deranged was that?

From where he sat in the box above the ballroom, Grey was able to watch Rose without her knowing. The Duke of Ryeton, notorious rake and scoundrel, reduced to Peeping Tom. This is what Rose had brought him to. It was exactly one week ago tonight that he'd made lover to her for the last time. In this very building, in a room he canceled the reservation for just an hour ago.