Quotes About Regret

Taryn takes a breath, as if steeling herself. "He's dead because I killed him.

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.

I rise, crossing the room to put one gloved hand against the pallid green skin of his face. He closes his cat eyes. I cannot forgive him, but I cannot hate him, either. We stand like that for a long moment, then he looks up, takes my unbandaged hand, and kisses the back of it, mouth against cloth.

His smile dimmed, and he dropped his voice to a whisper. 'This is a real secret. You can't tell anyone. When I was little, I glamoured my mortal sister. I made her hit herself, a lot of times, over and over, and I laughed while she did. It was awful of me, and I never told her that I regretted it. I am afraid of making her remember. She might get really mad.

You went through my things?" The sudden flatness of his voice was unnerving. But Charlie rushed on, her hurt finally alchemizing into anger. "That's right. I found the license. And then I found the newspaper story about how you murdered a girl, and then yourself," she said. "You want me to feel bad about invading your privacy?" "Yes," he said, rubbing his hand over his face. "A little. I don't know.

I used to wish that Madoc never went looking for those girls, and now all I wish is that we could be together again as we once were.

Yo no quería hacerte daño. No, no es eso, no exactamente. Más bien pensaba que no podría hacerte daño.

There is always something 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.

Better to regret actions you have taken than to regret not having had the courage to take them in the first place.

How many can honestly say that they never fell in love with someone else along the way, someone they didn't pursue because they'd made a vow to stay with their spouse? How many would say they regretted that choice?

By their own follies they perished, the fools.

Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.

Like many widows, she came to the unwise decision of remarrying.

in order not to make him a fixed idea, a regret, a struggle,—three things which poison life.

Men are like books, often understood and appreciated too late.

I'm so sorry to do this to you," she whispered tenderly. "I'm so sorry we are too poor to buy you a toy car.

And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever Has come and gone before I knew.

El descubrira mi engaño y nunca más deseará verme.

Mi padre no volverá a mirarme a la cara", pensó. "Apartará sus ojos de mí, incluso me estará dando muerte.

Shame, however, was what I felt seeping through me as though it stained my white bones black.

Everyone had another sort of life up their sleeve that might have made them happy.

We should have given up years ago. It's so clear now. We should have "explored other options." We should have adopted. We gave up years of our lives and we very nearly destroyed our marriage. Our happy ending could have and should have arrived so much sooner. And even though I adore the fact that Francesca has Ben's eyes, I also see now that her biological connection to us is irrelevant.

When she looked at photos of her children when they were little, she sometimes thought, Did I notice how beautiful they were? Was I actually there? Did I just skim the surface of my entire damned life?)