Quotes About Regret

It was revolting that I had been like that. Shameful. Disgraceful, in the old-time sense of the word. And what was even worse? That I could now see myself so wretchedly clearly. I had changed, I recognized bitterly.I hated that I could see myself as I was. What a terrible thing to know. I would never be able to not know it, to forget it.I didn't see how I could ever forgive River for that.

Selene," I said shakily, "I think he's dead." "Shhh," she said soothingly. "Poor darling. Sit down. Let me give you some tea." Tea? I thought wildly. I think I killed someone, and you're offering me tea?

Most of the January firsts in recent memory have involved splitting headaches and roiling stomachs and often being surprised about where I was waking up. ("No, Officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? Oh. My bad.")

Rebecca, death don't take pot shots, then say, 'Oh, shit, I missed and got the wrong fella!

Brushing her hands clean on her skirt, Loretta stared dismally at the fire. Light. Merciful heaven, why had she asked for a fire? He'd be able to see her, which somehow made the thought of undressing in front of him all the more horrid.

Loretta Jane, if you'd like to come back in, Henry said you could. All you gotta do is apologize." Loretta glanced toward the rise again. Hunter would come. "Thank you, Aunt Rachel, but no. I've made my choice. Besides, he'd only say more things about Hunter, and I'd be out here again before I knew it.

Good-bye, Hunter." Reluctantly he released her and watched her lead the horse down the hill. At the base of the slope she turned and looked back. Their gazes met and held. Then she turned toward home and broke into a trot, the horse trailing behind her. Hunter shook his head. Only a White Eyes would walk when she had a perfectly good horse to ride.

Perhaps we have acted wrongly, sending you to fetch her. Perhaps it was meant for her to come of her own free will." Hunter swallowed back an argument. Though he didn't believe his little blue-eyes would ever return to Comancheria freely, his parents had agreed that he should take her home, and that was enough. "What will lead her back to me, pia ?" Woman with Many Robes smiled. "Fate, Hunter. It guides our footsteps. It will guide hers.

You would prefer that she live for always away from you?" Hunter's gut contracted. In that instant he realized how much he wanted the woman beside him. "I would prefer that my eyes never again fall upon her than to see her die.

I was just thinking. Once I get home, we'll be enemies again. My people would shoot you if you ever came around. And that--" She sniffed and swiped at her eyes. "That makes me sad. And sort of scared. What if there was an Indian attack? What if I--" She turned her head to study him. "I might look down the barrel of a rifle someday, and it might be you at the other end." "I will not lift my blade against you.

For some reason, he belonged more in Wisconsin. Because of me, because I was there. Not that I ever managed to talk to him for more than ten minutes, and not that I ever had the nerve to ask him out. But still, I loved him. Deeply.

the place seemed different without him, bare of personality. Last night she had again confronted herself, and the knowledge that she was letting herself down by even thinking the way she did and had again brought forth the rejoinder: what real harm could there be in thinking because all she would ever have of him were thoughts, She would never give herself away and so who was to know what she thought.

I go to the movies a lot, and I regret when I see some actor that I used to like, to find them offering no more surprises.

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.

Because sometime, somehow, the god spoke your name. You took a step too far and here you are. None of us can ever go back. Even if we wanted to.

Sometimes,well,all the time,I can't think of what to say because I'm so dumb and stuff,and then maybe I think of it like five days later.

And if I didn't, I'd spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I'd had the guts to try.

My downfall, inevitably, was triggered by food.

One thing I know is that we all do things we're ashamed of. Shame erupts when you violate some taboo. Anyone who says they haven't suffered shame either hasn't lived or else is lying.

In the long run, shame always outlives physical pain. "Anyone who thinks of a shameful memory will experience it at least as vividly as when they had the original experience,

Things are so easy to do, so hard to undo.

After all, the only thing that hurts more than tears shed is tears unshed.

But we waste our precious time. Why? Why do we live like we're not going to die?

We just made the mistake of putting it off. We thought we would lose nothing by putting it off. We thought we had plenty of time. I guess that was our key mistake, right? We thought there would always be more time. Why do we do that? I mean, not just Luis and me. Everybody. Why does everybody do that? Think we'll have more time?