Quotes About Regret

Para la chica del báculo, la de los ojos bonitos, la que no quiero volver a ver llorar.

Sin embargo, y a pesar de mi añoranza y mis buenos deseos, mi ultimo pensamiento es, inevitablemente, para él. Angelo...

No quería matarte- dijo ella-. No quería hacerte daño. pero sentía que no tenía opción, ¿entiendes? Christian sacudió la cabeza. - Me clavaste una espada en el vientre- dijo-. Yo te clavé una espada en el corazón. teniendo eso en cuenta , creo que no he salido muy mal parado. - Habría muerto antes que matarte- susurró ella-. pero ya estaba muerta, de alguna manera. Victoria y Christian

Tú habrías sabido qué hacer —murmuró—. Tú comprendías a los mortales mejor que nadie. Ojalá no nos hubieses abandonado tan pronto.

No se disculpa por él, sino por mi. No puede avergonzarse de ser como es, porque el caos y la destrucción están en su propia esencia. Pero lo siente por mí. […] Sabe que me hará daño, que no va a poder evitarlo, y lo lamenta.

Y había sido un joven tan extraordinario que, desde el mismo instante en que sus ojos, claros y brillantes como un cristal de nieve, se habían cruzado con los de ella, años atrás, la habían condenado a no poder amar jamás a ningún otro hombre.

She'd envisioned her next meeting with him countless times, and every vision was the same: Alex would be somewhere—preferably at a bar surrounded by men—looking sexy, but uninterested. Troy would be there, too, looking tortured and desperate to win her back.

Sophie gazed wistfully at their cutoff shorts and tank tops. Once upon a time she, too, had lived in grunge wear. She didn't miss the clothes so much as that time in her life, when she'd had nothing more to do than go to keg parties on weekends and cut class to hang out with her boyfriend. Now both those pursuits seemed worse than trivial—they seemed wasteful. How could a few short years make such a difference in her outlook? She

We just sat there and watched the plane pass the island, and it never came back," he said. "I could see it on the radar. It makes you feel terrible. Life was cheap in war.

We just sat there and watched the plane pass the island, and it never came back," he said. "I could see it on the radar. It makes you feel terrible. Life was cheap in war.

All he had left was his alcohol and his resentment, the emotion that, Jean Améry would write, "nails every one of us onto the cross of his ruined past.

Gabriel Squeezed His Eyes Shut. In the distance He Heard shay Screaming His Nam. What Had he done.? The answer Slammed Into His Mind. He Had Fallen in Love with Her. It had Clouded His Judgment. He LOVED Her, HEART, SOUL, And BODY. And He Had Sentenced Her To Death.

Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut. In the distance he heard Shay screamin his name. What had he done? The answer slammed into his mind. He had fallen in love with her. It had clouded his judgment. He loved her, heart, soul, and body. And he had sentenced her to death.

Heartbreak could be lived with if it weren't accompanied by regret.

And all the embezzled cents and dollars of the last time I saw you.

and the stones, bewitched, can see: The lost hours and into the past.

My eyes closed, hands open, Take it, take it . Then, every day wasted chasing it.

When you get back together with an old boyfriend, it's pathetic. It's like having a garage sale and buying your own stuff back.

I can't think of anything worse after a night of drinking than waking up next to someone and not being able to remember their name, or how you met, or why they're dead.

He felt her draw a little shuddering breath, and then a wet tumble of water on her cheek. She whispered, "God forgive, Jervaulx—that I sh'dovethee." That I should love thee.It broke the spell that held him. Had she said that? He pushed back, gazing at her.

He didn't reckon that God owed him anything. He reckoned that he'd had it all, and wasted it. Burning lakes and howling fiends had just never seemed that convincing, perils hardly fit to frighten naughty children. He turned over, staring up at the darkess. Damned…having found out now what hell was really like.

The point is, all my life I've hung back, never going after what I really wanted, trying to be content with settling for less. Meanwhile, life went on all around me, but I was never really a part of it.

He could feel the only woman he had ever wanted slipping away for the third time, and he knew that this time, the pain of losing her would annihilate her.

I'd come home but nearly everybody does. It's the ones that don't go home that I feel sorry for, they're not happy.