Quotes About Regret

I'm sorry," he said remotely. "For what just happened between you and me." She

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 had 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.

He shook his head as he stared at the closed door. You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life. After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night.

When Ehlena finally spoke, her voice was a thin whisper. "Don't do this to me. Don't make me see you in the morgue. Don't do that to me." Rehv squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm not doing anything to you." "The hell you aren't." Her voice cracked on a sob. "Ehlena…" -Ehlena & Rehv

I didn't think I would ever walk in those shoes." V got serious quick. "I'm sorry I was the one who put you in them." "I'm not going to say it's okay." She took a deep breath. "Because it's not." "I know. And I agree.

Tohr meneó con pesar la cabeza y miró fijamente la puerta cerrada. Nunca sabes cuál es la última vez que verás a alguien. No sabes si acabas de tener la última discusión con esa persona, o si le has hecho el amor por última vez, o si la estás mirando a los ojos y dándole las gracias por existir por última vez en la vida. Y cuando mueren, cuando ya lo sabes, es lo único en lo que piensas. Noche y día.

Se imaginó que se encaminaba hace el cielo, a pesar de la cantidad de pecados que había cometido en esta vida. No hay paraíso sin ella, pensó. Marissa.

You made me face something I should have faced a long time ago. I'm grateful. And I should have never asked you to leave. You don't ask someone you to love to walk out of your life

Yes. I love you. I should have told you sooner, Lina. Not that I deserve to have your love after what I did to you. I wasn't there for you when you needed me. And I promised you I wouldn't let you down again. I'm not a guy who goes back on his promises. Can you ever forgive me for that?

I love you. I've missed you. I've been so stupid.

But I'll still say it, as many times as you need to hear it-I'm sorry, Carolina.

Life kept you busy fighting off troubles, and you looked up, and the best parts of your life were gone.

What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

They build their own Hells.

I wished I was on the same bus as her. A pain stabbed my heart as it did everytime I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world of ours.

When I got better I realized what a rat he was, but then I had to understand the impossible complexity of his life, how he had to leave me there, sick, to get on with his wives and woes.

I wonder why our life must quiver between beauty and guilt, consummation and sadness, desire and regret, immortality and tattered moments unknowable, truth and beautiful meaningful lies.

Dean, ragged in a motheaten overcoat he brought specially for the freezing temperatures of the East, walked off alone, and the last I saw of him he rounded the corner of Seventh Avenue, eyes on the street ahead, and bent to it again. Poor little Laura, my baby, to whom I'd told everything about Dean, began almost to cry.

Old Dean's gone, I thought, and out loud I said, He'll be all right. And off we went to the sad and disinclined concert for which I had no stomach and all the time I was thinking of Dean and how he got back on the train and rode over three thousand miles over that awful land and never knew why he had come anyway, except to see me.

Not only was there no traffic but the rain came down in buckets and I had no shelter. I had to run under some pines to take cover; this did no good; I began crying and swearing and socking myself on the head for being such a damn fool.

I dunno, remember when we were in East St. Louis with George, and Jack you said you'd love those beautiful dancing girls if you knew they would live forever as beautiful as they are? (p. 173)

ve kimse ama kimse bilmiyor kimseye yaÅŸlanman?n periÅŸan süprüntülerinden baÅŸka ne olaca??n?; ve ben Neal Cassady'yi an?yorum ve an?yorum, hatta asla bulamad???m?z yaÅŸl? babas? Neal Cassady'yi; ve Neal Cassady'yi an?yorum. Neal Cassady'yi an?yorum.

but I run away from the seashore and never came back again without that secret knowledge; that it didnt want me there, that I was a fool to sit there in the first place, the sea has its waves, the man has his fireside, period.