Quotes About Regret

See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.

I'm sorry, Butch croaked. Oh God, I'm so sorry... V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's. It's okay, He said roughly. It's all right. It's okay...You did the right thing...

Especially as Blay's face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem … nice and cushioned on the bottom. Or maybe the eyes? So fucking blue. He'd kissed that mouth and loved it. Seen those eyes go wild. He could have had Blay first—and only. But instead? His cousin … "Oh, God …" he groaned.

I wish I were whole. I wish I could have given you young if you'd wanted them and could conceive them. I wish I could have told you that it killed me when you thought I had been with anyone else. I wish I had spent the last year waking up every night and telling you that I loved you. I wish I had mated you properly the evening you came back to me from dead. I wish. . . I wish I were half as strong as you are and I wish I deserved you. And. . . that's about it. -V

His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they'd been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn't the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. "God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day…

From across the dark bedroom, Lassiter stood in the corner next to the highboy, feeling like crap while Tohr whispered to the dress. Scrubbing his face, he wondered why … why in the hell, of all the ways he could have gotten free of the In Between, did it have to be this one. The shit was starting to get to him.

I'm so sorry. I love you. Please forgive me. Can't live without you.

Indeed, Xcor stayed away for the wrong reason, the bad reason, an unacceptable reason—in spite of all his training, he found himself choosing Throe's life over ambition: His anger had taken him in one direction, but his regret had led him in another. And the latter one was what won out.

As he stepped forward, it dawned on her that this was a bad idea. If he wanted to talk she should meet him downstairs. After all, he was very male. And she was very naked. And they were now... yup, shut in a bedroom together. Good planning. Excellent work. Maybe she should jump out a window next.

I can't go back, Lane. I'm sorry. I just can't." He fell silent. And then after a long while, he nodded. "All right, but can I ask you for one thing?" No. "Yes." "Just don't hate me anymore. I'm doing plenty of that on my own time.

His first thought as he stared death in the face was that he was never going to meet his daughter. At least not on this side of the Fade. His second and final was that he couldn't believe he'd never told Blay he loved him. In all the minutes and hours and nights of his life, in all the words he'd spoken to the male over the years they'd known each other, he'd only ever pushed him away. And now it was too late.

Not brother. And never again.

I've missed you," he blurted. "More than I've wanted to admit—and now that you're here with me, I can't figure out why I worked so fucking hard to avoid telling you that.

Shit," Rhage breathed. "I'm sorry. And shit, I shouldn't have said 'shit.' Fuck. I mean…damn it.

I'm so sorry about Payne, I wanted to talk to you, but she'd made up her mind. I tried to work with her, I really did, but in the end, I just . . . I didn't . . . I didn't want you to be the one to do it. I would have rather lived with the horrible truth on my conscience for an eternity than have you kill your sister. Or have her hurt herself even more than she was." - Jane

The trouble was, he realized with dread, when your heart finally stopped beating in your chest, everything that you wished you'd said but hadn't, all the missing pieces of yourself that you had yet to give, all the failures you had stuffed under the rug in the guise of life being so very busy . . . that stopped, too. The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.

The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.

Why did people always learn things about themselves too late, he thought.

As the voice of the wizard continued to pound at him, he felt the ivy of the past overtaking him once again, all the things he had failed to do, all the differences he hadn't made, all the care he'd tried to take, but had fallen short on…and now there was a new layer. Cormia's layer.

Man, it had been worth it, though. That was great. That shit was…great. Except

Sometimes the worst part about trauma was not going through it. It was the aftermath, when you were free. And you obsessed about what would have happened if you hadn't gotten out.

He wished he'd greeted her with something other than a reminder that they'd had sex the night before for the first time, though only because he assumed she was a prostitute that he'd bought and paid for, for the sole reason that he'd needed a woman that looked like her or he couldn't get it up.

They both stopped at the same time. And she had to smile—although the expression didn't last long. "Under different circumstances," she said, "I really could have fallen for you." She didn't expect a reply from him. But then his voice, so deep and low, weaved its way through the darkness to her. "Under different circumstances, I would have fallen even harder for you. And not regretted my heart's tumble for a moment.

Payne, mírame. —Cuando Payne por fin levantó los ojos para mirarlo, Manny sintió deseos de llorar—. Yo… Dejó la frase sin terminar. La verdad era que la amaba. Totalmente y para siempre. Y esa era precisamente la maldición que lo atenazaba. Nunca la iba a olvidar y jamás habría otro amor en su vida.