Quotes About Regret

and I never got to tell Sunny I love her.

Idiotic hopeful former self

Idiotic hopeful former self had hoped for them. Idiotic hopeful former self was very stupid.

I'm sorry!" he yelped. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! I missed. Here, let me try again." She eyed him suspiciously. He looked not so much "deeply repentant," as "trying to hide his giggles.

This white dragon had done something terrible that haunted him, and he might do worse someday.

Several glasses of cactus cider went crashing to the floor and shattered around their talons.

Kind of an idiot MudWing move,

Queen Glacier is dead,

He smiled a little sadly. "I wish you could," he said.

She really really REALLY wished she'd brought a book with her.

I also wouldn't have eaten that thing this morning that looked like a slug and turned out to be a slug.

trailed after them and Starflight reluctantly brought up the rear. He glanced back once and saw Fatespeaker huddled into her wings, a small drenched shape beside the vast bulk of Morrowseer. He hoped his friends would welcome her as the new NightWing when he was gone. I'm about to die, he thought, and I never got to tell Sunny I love her. I'm going to die without saving the world, without stopping the war … without ever doing one brave thing in my life.

For oh dear, it is a spartan business, this growing old, this cleaving to life, because it demands that you jettison so much that once had been the very zest and pith of life, and why? So that life, pithless, and sans zest , may continue, and the flesh, oh, the flesh, the sins of the flesh - they are as motes in a fading sunbeam. And how I do miss them.

She carried a faint odor of cocktail sausages mingled with sweat. Like a fool I slipped my hand up the inside of her leg. I felt the roughness of her nylons.

That would be locking the horse after the stable door is gone, a very foolish thing to do.

Well, damme, William, I am sorry: I am very sorry, indeed I am. But injustice is a rule of the service, as you know very well; and since you have to have a good deal of undeserved abuse, you might just as well have it from your friends.

Ah,' said Loder, meaning by this that he regretted the turtle and the geese, that he thought Fox's refusal for his colleagues an abuse of authority, and that he for one dissociated himself from the barbarous incivility: a considerable burden for a single 'ah', but one that it bore easily.

He found Jack well into his dinner and sat down beside him. 'Will I confess a grave sin? he asked. 'Do, by all means,' said Jack, looking at him kindly. 'But if you managed to commit a grave sin between the gunroom and here you have a wonderful capacity for evil.

Stephen looked sharply round, saw the decanter, smelt to the sloth, and cried, 'Jack, you have debauched my sloth.

But without sin there can be no forgiveness.

I am heartily sorry for it, he being a most capable, obliging man, speaking all the languages of the Levant and excellent English too - might have built the Tower of Babel singlehanded.

Think of the fellow in that play that calls out "My kingdom for a horse" – it would not have been poetry at all, had he said sheep.

I expect we are all jealous of the women in their past, but how much less exciting if the women had not kept the bed warm.

As it is I'm a dated novelist, whom hardly anybody reads, or if they do, most of them don't understand what I am on about. Certainly I wish I had never written Voss, which is going to be everybody's albatross.