Quotes About Regret

Laugh it up, vampire." Gabrielle arched a brow, then gripped his stiff erection and sheathed him to the hilt in one long move. "You just promised me eternity, you know. I can make you live to regret it." "Yeah?" The word was more of a strangled groan as she rocked on him, making his hips buck sharply beneath her. Eyes blazing now, he gave her a glimpse of fang as he smiled, clearly enjoying his torture. "Breedmate, I'm going to love seeing you try.

God help him, but it was easy to pretend he was a better man when Naomi was writhing and coming apart in his arms. It was easy to deny his deep dishonour at having given in to his own selfish needs and desires with her…and the guilt of being unable to regret it.

I can't tell you anything about fate. I only know what I see in you when you're looking at her. Trust me when I tell you, son, life is for the living. I suggest you get on with it…before you let her walk away.

I Should've walked away. Now, it's too late. It's too fucking late for both of us

I should let her go. I never should have brought her into any of this in the first place. But it's too late for that. Too late for either one of us. There's no undoing the connection that's been smoldering between us since our eyes locked for the first time. Now, those flames are on the verge of exploding into something neither of us can control.

Oh really I was just thinking about how great a gold filigree necklace and teardrop earrings would look on me, and at seventy five ninety nine plus shipping, its a freaking, steal. But damn, I missed the deal because, oh that's right.. I'M FUCKING FROZEN ..

Yep, ouch. He and apologies didn't get along.

I nearly put you in the grave, you stupid human!

son. Kareem blew us off, but you were very nice." The son was a grown man, a successful attorney in Los Angeles. His father was the CEO of the company Magic was soliciting. "My son is 29 years old now," the man said, "and he still has that picture on his wall." As Magic walked out of the meeting with a new multimillion-dollar client in his portfolio, he thought to himself, "See, Kareem? It could have been you.

I didn't know why something that started off feeling so good had to wind up feeling so bad. Love was a big word and it covered a lot of territory. You could spend your whole life chasing after it and wind up with nothing, be an old bitter guy with long nose hair and ear hair and no teeth, hanging out in bars, looking for somebody your age, but the chances of success went down then. After a while you got too many strikes against you.

That boy," he said. "I've done him ever favor I could. Some folks you can't do nothing with. Just sorry. God knows I've done plenty of drinking and stuff in my time, but I be damn if I ever tried to cheat anybody out of any money.

There are times when I'm driving home after a day's shooting, thinking to myself, That scene would've been so much better if I had written it out.

Ever notice how the words I'm sorry always seem the lamest when you want them to mean the most?

It's the oldest story in the world. You want him back, don't you?

There is only one Long Day's Journey into Night. There is only one Death of a Salesman

Yesterday's gone on down the river and you can't get it back.

Benwell's too late for politics, and we are too late for politics, Ede says. Too late for the Occupation. Too late to march on the streets …

There should be fireworks, at least, when a dream dies.

Niçin bu kadar ba?l?y?m geçmi? zamana? De ki: Hayat?n?n bo?lu?a savrulan yüzünden öyle çok nefret ediyorsun ki, seni mutsuz eden bu yüze y?llarca bakmak, ellerinle kavramak ve anlamak istiyorsun.

I can't say it's not painful being estranged from most of my family. I wish it could be otherwise.

The could-have been boys still love you.

You can't regret a whole period in your life. . . . It's part of who you are, one of your stories.

Vive muchos años... Vive intensamente, vivelo todo... Vive por mi la vida que yo no pude vivir. Kai

No quiero hacerte daño. -Ya es tarde para eso. -Te quiero, Victoria. -También es tarde para eso. Christian y Victoria