Feeling Of Regret Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

You're comfortable there because that's where you have control; it's where you know the lay of my emotional land. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me to just try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is regret. Fear, you come and go. But regret, well, regret stays forever. And regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent regret from coming into my home.

It was raised but the box of comfort was now completely empty She didn't think about it all. She closed her eyes tightly to erase all these scenes from her eyes, but it was not so easy to get rid of this feeling. The worst part of feeling regret is that it can make a person mentally ill without it. Does not leave life!!! She was standing in front of the mirror with her eyes closed when she had an illusion of someone on her back. The illusion came true when she felt two firm hands on her chest. She knew who it could be. But she didn't have the courage to open her eyes and meet the man's chest. “I enjoy the cool sun at the beginning of every Sunday morning, but today your soft body won't let m

"Seraphina, remember that life has a way of surprising us. Sometimes, the paths we resist lead us to places we never expected." Looking back, I could feel the weight of my regret pressing down on me, a heavy burden that seemed to grow with every passing day. Four years ago, I had stood at a crossroads, and I had made a choice – a choice that now felt like a painful mistake, a decision that had led me to this moment of heartache and longing.

I barked, tapping the ash of the cigar on the ashtray beside me as I fixated my eyes on the screen, to be very specific, my mate. There was no question that a werewolf's eyes will miss any of the odd changes or even the slightest movements that did not go with the situation, however, I wondered how I'd missed her gloomy eyes and the glistening tears in them when I danced with that unknown, bizarre, woman to get my woman out of my mind. I had never felt bad about anything The word 'regret' was never in my dictionary but today, I did. And this feeling of regret was fucking painful. I watched as the waiter passed Emily, her eyes were fixed on the dance floor and it was not unknown what she was

Regrets permeates every fibre of my being, a gnawing feeling that churned within me, impossible to ignore. How could I have stooped so low? The remorse grew stronger, casting a shadow over the initial satisfaction I had felt at such time. Desperation seeped into my thoughts, and I found myself yearning for a different outcome, wishing to alter the dynamics of our pretend relationship. The intensity of my longing was almost palpable, a fervent hope that consumed my every waking moment. The pang of regret became even more acute as I pondered on the path not taken.

a soft, ethereal warmth that tasted like a memory of a childhood summer. "We are so sorry, Sarah," Margaret whispered, her eyes shining with a profound, aching regret. "We never, ever wanted you to find out the truth by yourself, all alone. We didn't plan to keep it away from you forever. But life... life happened so fast, darling. The illness, the secrets, the pride of the Hale name... it swallowed us before we could make it right. But we left you something to fall back on."

"Henry! I regret it!" Myra's words made Henry feel confused, he didn't know what Myra was talking about? The cheerful atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became a bit tense. The joy in Henry's eyes suddenly disappeared and was replaced by vigilance, he leaned down and looked at Myra with a puzzled gaze and said "Myra! What do you regret? Regret saying those sweet words to me?"

“Are you sure this isn’t because you’re still thinking about Keegan? That maybe… You regret that divorce?” My hands freeze from brushing the rim of my glass. Regret? Of course not. To be honest, it did cross my mind more than once. But it isn’t for the same reason as he or the other might think. No, I don’t regret leaving Keegan. It just temporarily feels empty after having to let go of what I have been holding on to for so long. I’m more of a sad regret. I know better than that. So, I say honestly with firmness in my tone as I shake my head. “No, I don’t regret it, and I’ll never will.”

Richard kept talking. "Every day, he goes to her tombstone and falls to his knees to repent. When he was younger, he refused to listen and let others influence him, and he did a lot of things to hurt his mother. He regrets it now, but it is already too late." Jonathan's eyes went red. He ducked his head, fighting back the tears.

When I answered, I already knew what to expect. Before Lily came back, I had held onto a glimmer of hope—hope that Silas’s indifference was temporary, that one day Yael and I could thaw his cold heart. Sadly, now I realized that some hearts could never be warmed. It was my own fault for wishing for too much and being greedy. On the phone, Silas’s voice carried a hint of exhaustion. “I had too much going on yesterday and couldn’t make it.” I responded flatly, “It’s fine. Yael is used to it.”