Regret Deeply Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

"And now, haven't you lose me now?" "We can always make things right again. Please, just give me one more chance to make you the happiest person you've always dreamt of. I am okay even if we don't have sex. Just one more chance. I regretted everything, I have always been living in regret also. I was happy I saw you the other day. I was happy I can finally make things right even though I can't give back what you have lost." "You regretted but you couldn't search for me. Instead, you ran off to the states, you –"

Have I really become such a joke? Risa…would she really let me completely crumble like this without looking back? Was our bond not strong enough to keep her latched to me forever? I regret it…I regret it so damn much. I should have done better, I should have kept her by my side no matter what. I should never have given in to the king's command. Maybe if I had dared to go against him she wouldn't have left. I tell myself these words now, but maybe it's too late. No! It's not too late. I can still get her back. I must get her back.

Freya whispers. “Regret?” I ask. “It means to feel ashamed for a mistake. I heard it in a movie and asked Miss Gates what the word meant,” Freya says. “You, baby girl, are too smart. I’m not sure if he regrets it yet. I’m not him, and I don’t want to give you the wrong answer.” “Okay.” The nurse came back into the room to give Freya some Tylenol for her pain. After the nurse left, Marcel returned with a cup of coffee. I thanked him and took a sip as Freya closed her eyes again.

Gazing at them with warmth, he reminisced. "Youth is truly wonderful. There are still so many things you can do, and even regrets can be mended. Seeing you two brings me back to my younger days. I, too, once invited the person I loved to admire the flowers. Alas, we ended up parting ways because of a misunderstanding. Now, when I think back, my heart aches with regret. A regret that can never be undone," the flower farmer murmured to himself, offering them a bittersweet smile before strolling away. Kisa cast her eyes downward, the haunting word 'regret' echoing relentlessly in her mind.

'Dear Ace, I went through an old picture album recently and found myself reminiscing about the past, which isn’t like me. I've always believed there was no point in looking back to regret or to ponder on what could have been. Yet, I have so much regret, so much I wish I had taken the time to reflect on. I realize now that none of the things I’ve accomplished were truly my dreams, but rather, they were things I thought would earn me the love and acceptance from my father. I thought I could live with myself even after I hurt so many people, even when I hurt you and broke your heart…' A single tear falls from my eyes, making me aware of the wetness in my eyes and the heaviness in my chest. I do

Regret was a useless emotion. I knew that better than anyone. Regret changed nothing. It didn’t rewrite history. It didn’t fix damage. But standing there alone in the dim light of my office, I realized something terrifying. For the first time in years… I regretted something deeply. Not a business decision. Not a failed negotiation. Not an investment. Ciara. Losing her. Hurting her. And possibly losing seven years with my own son because I was too blind to see the truth back then.

The weight of regret bore down on him, questioning why Kaitlyn had chosen to keep such a significant and painful secret from him. Dean, massaging his temples, replayed the moments when Kaitlyn had been silent about her father's deteriorating health. He couldn't fathom why she chose to bear the burden alone, leaving him in the dark about the gravity of the situation. The regret intensified, painting a picture of missed opportunities to offer support during a crucial time.

“They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.” “Fed what, exactly?” one of the teenagers whispered, though we all knew. “Regrets,” the older woman said. “The deep ones.” Jax grimaced. “Of course. Emotional damage DLC.” I stared at the text. “One regret… per person?” I asked. “Or do we—do we share? Is this like group therapy where only one person has to cry for everyone to go home early?” As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl:

He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him. "So eat?" Ayden asked. The man took a deep breath and steeled himself. Every night, he always spent reading one sheet of Cheryl's diary. Ayden will not understand in one night how guilt and regret when he saw every word that sounded so sincere from his daughter. Ayden knows Cheryl is lonely. Very. Two adults were silent while contemplating life with deep regret for neglecting their beautiful daughter. God always has a way so that every person who has done something wrong will regret his every action. Cheryl's departure brought sorrow to everyone she knew.