Quotes About Regret

I do not want to consider what happened between us. I do not want to think about the way his muscles moved or how his skin felt or the soft gasping sounds he made or the slide of his mouth against mine. I definitely don't want to think about how hard I had to bite my own lip to keep quiet. Or how obvious it was that I'd never done any of the things we did, no less the things we didn't do

I hate seeing him with Nicasia. I hate the thought of his touching her. I hate that this is my plan, that I have no one to be angry with but myself. I am an idiot. Page 173

I wasnt kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasnt sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that i would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone---truly gone beneath the waves---I hated myself as i never have before.

The hardest thing- the impossible thing- is to get past the memory of Cardan telling me he loved me. He said those words, and I didn't answer him. I thought there would be time. And I was happy- despite everything- I was happy, just before everything went so terribly wrong. We won. Everything was going to work out. And he loved me.

Eu não quero ser um monstro, mas talvez seja tarde demais para ser outra coisa.

I consider mentioning her last ill-fated decision—the one about having fun at the revel—

I only hope he doesn't taste the bitterness of poison on my lips.

I always liked you. I should have said something, but I'm not a good person. I'm not even sure I'm a person at all." "Oh." Surprised, Charlie took his hand and folded her fingers through his. They were surprisingly solid. "You're a person. You're my person." He bent down to bring their clasped hands to his lips.

I am hungry. I realize, but I feel too sick to eat. Is this what it is to be brokenhearted? I am not sure it is Locke I am sick over, so much as the world the way it was before the coronation began. But if I could undo the passing of the days, why not unwind them to before I killed Valerian, why not unwind them until my parents are alive, why not unwind them all the way to the beginning?

You whom I could not save Listen to me." —CZESLAW MILOSZ, "Dedication

I have often wondered if my past is the reason I am the way I am, if it has made me monstrous. If so, will I make a monster out of him"?

No quiero ser un monstruo, pero quizá sea demasiado tarde para poder ser otra cosa.

There is always something left to lose.

Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

I wasn't kind Jude, not to many people, not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone-truly gone beneath the waves- I hated myself as I never have before.

Looking over at the lump of comforter and jackets and shadow where Gavriel was hiding, she took a deep breath. "I won't leave you," she told Aidan. "I promise." No one else was going to get killed today, not if she could save them. Certainly not someone she'd once thought she loved, even if he was a jerk. Not some dead boy full of good advice. And she hoped not herself, either.

I have struck the Prince of Elfhame. Oh, I am in trouble now.

I have done the thing, and now I must live with what I have done. I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.

I was a fool", I say, because i might as well admit it. " I gave up the bird in my hand for two in the bush

Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment.

I know you're angry with me...' I begin. 'Am I?' he asks, looking up at me as though there is a bitter taste in his mouth. 'Maybe I'm glad that you gave me an opportunity to be my worst self.

I didn't mean to hurt you." He grabs my hand, possibly to keep me from hitting him again. Our fingers lace together. "No, it's not that, not exactly. I didn't think I could hurt you. And I never thought you would be afraid of me.

O lady fair! O lady cruel! How I miss your sweet misrule. I miss your hair. I miss your eyes. But most of all, I miss your thighs.

I remember what it was to hate him with the whole of my heart but Iv'e remembered too late.