Feeling Of Regret Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"It's okay, Ellison. We all understand you're worried about Becky. She's had quite a scare, and it's only right that you'd rush back to be with her instead of getting married—" "That's not it." Ellison cut her off, and after a long pause, where his throat seemed to struggle with the words, he finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and shaky. "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert. "Lily... she's gone..." A hush fell over the whole living room. I did not know how much time had passed before I heard a loud crash. Mom's glass had hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces. "What did you say...?"

"I wish I hadn't done any of it. I don't like who I was back then. I regret what I did to you." "It's easy to regret." Angela said, "Regret is what you feel when you think about your mistakes from a safe distance." "It's not easy for me." Alex sighed. "It's been the hardest thing for me to deal with. What I did to you. How I hurt you."

He tossed his briefcase onto the couch and said sharply, "A grave plot? Why are you buying a grave?" I thought that he might have overheard something, and I opened my mouth to explain. But he merely sneered with a frown. "Lisa, do you know how embarrassing it was standing in that office? Janice was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe. The whole birthday party was ruined. Do you even know it was her 22nd birthday? Why can't you be more understanding of her?" I wasn't understanding enough of her? Then, who was the one who had been sidelined and humiliated all these years?

He walked behind with Bianca, his eyes fixed forward, his expression desolate. Bianca clicked her tongue at him twice. Her expression was inscrutable—a mix of mockery and schadenfreude. *Why do people only regret things once they've lost them?* To put it bluntly, it was just sheer stupidity. --- The five of them walked down the reasonably wide corridor. Aside from the dim lighting, there was nothing unusual. Based on the height, they were no longer on the 7th floor but likely the 8th. This floor was exceptionally quiet; they hadn't heard a single sound along the way. But that was normal. On a ship this large, there were only so many people—some were partying elsewhere, some were watching acr

That was the question, was it not? “You sound like you have been thinking about regret,” he added. The word slipped out before I could stop it. “Maybe.” He nodded, almost like he had expected it. “Regret is heavy. But it can guide you, too. Shows you where you do not want to return.” The urge to confess clawed at me again, harder this time. I have lived this already. I have seen the ruin. I do not want it again. But fear pressed down. So instead, I gave him a crooked smile. “You talk like you have lived ten lives.”

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

Her tactics are truly despicable. I shook my head, sighing. Surely, Leticia had brought all of this onto herself. "She told me that that woman should already be in the middle of the open sea now. But nobody knows if she's dead or alive." I shook my head again and said, "Mom, stop thinking about her. "Here, have a look at both these shoes. Which pair looks better on me?"

However, many believed that he had deliberately electrocuted himself because, in his final moments, he was smiling. I attended his funeral. Bernice cried her heart out. In just a few months, she had lost her entire family. I hugged her and wished her well. And I wished myself well, too. As I walked away from the funeral, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I knew I would never have to live in fear again, nor would I have nightmares anymore.

“Revenge? For what? It’s pretty clear you’re the one who messed up, Alex. If anything, you should be trying to get closer to her and make things right, not push her further away. What kind of revenge are you even talking about?” Alex hesitated, then said, “I thought she moved on. She had a kid with someone else, and she’s been going on dates. I guess… jealousy got the better of me.” Greg let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Your ego is going to destroy you if you don’t learn to control it. Not every thought that pops into your head is a good one, Alex. So, what changed your mind? Why the sudden regret?” “I saw her son today,” Alex said quietly.

He wanted Griff to also know the gift of forgiveness, the sense of a deserved second chance. Except that it didn’t look like he’d know it today. Maybe he never would. Maybe Claire was never going to extend that gift, maybe she’d never offer a second chance. Maybe it really was over. Griff looked up at the blue sky one last time, wishing that he could just go back and do it all differently. But wishes like this were just hazy, hollow regrets… and the bigger and stronger the wish, the more howling the regret. And man, was this regret ever shrieking inside him.