Quotes About Regret

The stars will go dark and the universe will end before I get this year back. That is the weight chained to my ankle, and it is far heavier than any anchor. That is the overwhelming never that I must face. And I still don't know if I'll disappear into it, or find a way to push beyond.

We are instructed to write down not just our deeds but our feelings, because it must be known that we do have feelings. Remorse. Regret. Sorrow too great to bear. Because if we didn't feel those things, what monsters would we be?

The worst part about doing something inexcusable is that you can never take it back. It's like breaking a glass. It can't unbreak. The best you can do is sweep it up, and hope you don't step on the slivers you left behind.

But whatever he was going to say, it leaked away with the last of his life. His head came to rest on Rowan`s shoulder, while all around them distant cries of agony filled the icy air.

He tries to think of other things, other places, but his mind keeps being drawn back to this place. Everyone's so close around him now. Yellow figures lean all around him like flower petals closing in. He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.

Guilt is the idiot cousin of remorse," Scythe Faraday had been fond of saying.

he other classes were much needed distractions from the Stress of the assignment and when his parents found out, which of course they did, they called him in a controlled panic. All their regret and guilt at sending him to a boarding school overflowed along with their fear for his life. He had to console them and tell them it was going to be okay. He's the one who's life may have been in jeopardy and yet he had to console them.

Everyone is guilty of something, and everyone still harbors a memory of childhood innocence, no matter how many layers of life wrap around it.

We make mistakes. Believe me, if Goddard is installed as High Blade, half of the scythes who put him there will regret it in the morning, but by then it will be too late!

Tyger Salazar had hurled himself out a thirty-nine-story window, leaving a terrible mess on the marble plaza below. His own parents were so annoyed by it, they didn't come to see him. But Rowan did. Rowan Damisch was just that kind of friend.

The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when "should be" gets crushed by what is. Sometimes I think it would be easier to die than to face that, because "what could have been" is much more highly regarded than "what should have been." Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug.

It will never happen for them, but somehow he's content in knowing that in some other place and time it would have. He holds her for ten seconds, twenty. Thirty. Then she slips away, and he returns to the dining hall. In a few minutes he hears her playing, the strains of her music pouring forth, filling Happy Jack with the upbeat, pulse-pounding sound track of the damned.

He will pretend like it never happened," Scythe Curie told her as the two of them drove home from the airport. "That's the closest the man will ever come to an apology." "But it did happen," Citra said. "I had to hurl myself from a building to escape from it." "And I had to blow up two perfectly good cars," Scythe Curie said wryly.

Er hat das Proaktive Bürgerforum gegründet, um die Welt vor seiner Erfindung zu schützen!" "Und daraus ist genau das Monster entstanden, vor dem er sich gefürchtet hatte." Connor erinnert sich an etwas, das er in der Schule gelernt hat. Oppenheimer – der Mann, der die erste Atombombe gebaut hat – wurde am Ende ihr größter Gegner. Und wenn es bei Rheinschild genauso war?

She leaves him alone with the arm. His arm. An arm that bears the unmistakable tattoo of a tiger shark.

He confessed over and over again to anyone willing to listen, until finally a police officer kindly offered to arrest him.

Guilt is the idiot cousin of remorse.

The worst part about doing something inexcusable is that you can never take it back. It's like breaking glass. I can't unbreak. The best you can do is sweep it up, and hope you don't step on the slivers you left behind.

Remorse. Regret. Sorrow too great to bear. Because if we didn't feel those things, what monsters would we be?

You'll be fine, Citra. You'll be back with Scythe Curie in no time—but you won't forget what happened today. And I hope you never forgive me.

All this time, Lev never realized what he needed. He did not need to be adored or pitied. He needed to be forgiven. Not by God, who is all-forgiving. Not by people like Marcus and Pastor Dan, who would always stand by his side. He needed to be forgiven by an unforgiving world. By someone who once despised him. Someone like Miracolina.

Marie, if we were judged by the things we most regret, no human being would be worthy to sweep the floor.

Each day we take another step to hell, Descending through the stench, unhorrified

I am but little disposed to put things in writing. One almost always regrets doing so.