Quotes About Regret

reminded her how precious time was, how fleeting. How sometimes life snipped the edges off your good intentions and left you with no second chance to say what really mattered.

Don't worry about dying, Elsa. Worry about not living.

He was trying to make it up to her, asking for forgiveness and seeking redemption all at once, sacrificing himself for her. It was a glimpse of who he'd once been, the poet her maman had fallen in love with. That man, the one before the war, might have known another way, might have found the perfect words to heal their fractured past.

He had abandoned her after all; it filled her with the kind of bone-deep disappointment she knew so well.

She knew that she was making a decision she might regret, but it felt inevitable. "Nothing matters except us.

Lately, though, I find myself thinking about the war and my past, about the people I lost. Lost. It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don't belong and then turned away, too confused to retrace my steps. They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

Talking about Meghann's painful choice and the lonely years that had followed it wouldn't help. Her past wasn't a collection of memories to be worked through; it was like an oversize Samsonite with a bum wheel.

The next morning, Angie woke with the sun...Her eyes felt gritty and swollen. Once again she'd watered her mattress with memories.

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question was gone, tossed onto the pile of lost chances that made up Before.

daughter had had a way of saying things that rubbed Nora the wrong way. More often than not, they both ended up saying something they regretted.

They'd blithely thrown their line of dreams out again and again, reeling in nothing but lost chances and missed opportunities. Why hadn't they realized how precious every moment was?

Going through our whole lives, tilling it up, looking for mistakes. It'll kill us.

she'd sometimes wondered what good all those sorries were if nothing ever changed

Instead of fixing himself, he drank and made himself worse, but the man he became was not the man he was

How could a place be as alive as Alaska, as beautiful and cruel? No. It wasn't Alaska's fault. It was hers. Leni was Matthew's second mistake.

Christ. Time is short, don't you understand that? We bump along, blindly assuming we have forever to do things, say things…but we don't. You can feel perfectly fine, and go to your annual checkup on a sunny Wednesday afternoon, and discover that your time's up. Game over.

she'd let weakness in, and loss and regret, and those emotions had tainted her view of herself, but her love had run deep and been honest. Her biggest failure had been an inability to love herself as well as she'd loved her family.

Examination was the only solace. Instead of looking away from heartache, you needed to crawl inside of it, wear it like a warm coat on a cold day. There was peace in loss, beauty in death, freedom in regret. She had learned that the hard way.

They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us. I

I let the bad times overwhelm me, and I ran. It wasn't until I'd gone too far to turn back that I remembered how much I loved your father, and by then it was too late. For all these years, I've been left wondering, 'What if?' " What if?

She needed guidance - and forgiveness - but for the first time in her life she could find no words for her prayer. How could she be forgiven for such a foolish, thoughtless act? God would see her guilt and fear, and He would judge her.

What she thought, over and over again, was if only.

Here was a flash Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a glimpse of the future that was slowly being lost. The family they could have become. She stared up at Jack. "God, what a life we could have had." He leaned closer, still holding Ant, and kissed her on the lips, stayed there long enough that she tasted his tears. She lifted a hand, pressed her palm to his cheek so he could feel her touch one last time. "Take them home for me," she whispered against his lips.