Quotes About Regret

I try to hear her voice, try to separate that single pitch from the shouts and applause. But she's as lost to me as she was the night I cried and she didn't turn back to see if I was okay. Three weeks, two days, and twenty-three hours ago. And she's already with someone else.

I know everything is about to change, and I fear that one day I will long for this minute before anything is said, that I will want to travel back in time and undo what's coming next.

I leave her in the bed. I put on my clothes, pick up my keys, and close the door behind me. I turn back. I keep turning back to see her. Even when there are walls between us. I keep turning back. I keep turning in her direction.

arrears,n.: It was a mistake, you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

He was this constant, living reminder of my biggest mistake.

He drinks, even though drinking always makes him remember rather than forget.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know I'm poking a wound, not healing it. I know there's no way to have a future with Rhiannon. All I'm doing is extending the past by a day.

I'm so sorry," I continue. And it's like the last word is a hurdle and I can't leap it, because something in the word snags my voice and suddenly I am giving everything up. I am letting my shoulders fall and I am feeling myself become the absence, feeling myself become that gasp and sob.

Jerk, v. "This has to stop," I say. "You have to stop hurting me. I can`t take it. I really can`t take it." "I know you can`t take it," you say. "But is that really my fault?" I try to convince myself that it`s the alcohol talking. But alcohol can`t talk. It just sits there. It can`t even get itself out of the bottle. "It is your fault," I tell you. But you have already left the room.

The reason I couldn't talk to you was because I felt so bad for not talking to you.

So I do what I always vowed not to do, and always found myself doing anyway. I throw "I miss you" into the breach. It even feels empty to me. Like I'm not saying it to the right person.

You're alive, and this is what you're doing with it? Your youth grows pale. What do you have left? I tried to banish the thoughts from my head. But they were stubborn, and instead of leaving, they jumped on the floorboards inside my head.

Yeah, I said. You might be human, Jack, but Ariel's mathematics. She's all mathematics. There are so many things I wish I hadn't said.

I didn't mean to fall in love with you. But it happened. And I can't erase it. I can't ignore it. I have lived my whole life like this, and you're the thing that has made me wish it could stop.

There's no way to know if we would have lasted. There's no way to be sure, and plenty of reasons to doubt it. I just wish I'd had the chance. That is one of the things I miss the most— the chance to make it work.

Why was I thinking about this? Oh, yes—the roses. Something to keep. Something gone.

The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday

It doesn't work," she continues, unclasping her hands, smoothing her skirt. "What you're feeling right now doesn't work. You can't wander around and think the wandering will call them back. Believe me. I know you don't want to hear the long view, but let me tell you. You are so young. I know it's none of my business. But still.

I should have felt proud, but instead I felt awful. That I had let him down so many times, that I had been a horrible brother. That he loved me anyway. That maybe he knew more about life than I did, even if I'd had more experience. Because knowing about life is really about knowing how it should be, not just how it is.

She was pretty, though. Like a flower. I missed that.

As the two of us—past self, my present self—hovered over her bed, I could see each cruel damage written across her skin, beneath her eyes, down into her bones. She was no longer the way she wanted to be remembered. She was already more breath than body.

abyss, n. There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you've taken from me, everything I've given you, and the waste of all the time I've spent on us.

The joy is in remembering; the pain is knowing it was yesterday.

If I had been the same age. If I had gone to the same school. If I was in that room right now. There's no way to know if we would have lasted. There's no way to be sure, and plenty of reason to doubt it. I just wish I'd had the chance. That is one of the things I miss the most- the chance to make it work.