Regret Something Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

over and over. Don Carlo sat in his wheelchair, weeping, repeating, “Mistakes… all mistakes…” I gently withdrew my hand. After arranging their funerals, I boarded the return flight without a second glance. Elena came to the airport to see me off, her face aged, her spirit gone. “Maybe leaving was the right choice from the beginning,” she said hoarsely. I smiled but offered no reply. As I turned, I remembered my son's words before I died in the last life:

“This has to be it. You either make your move in Hawaii, finally tell her how you feel and do something about it…or you need to move on. I can’t watch you spend the rest of your life on the sideline, just waiting for the ref to call you in. You need to put yourself in the game.” I push my food around on my plate, mind drifting to Danielle. Letting out a breath, I look up at Owen. He’s right again, dammit. “Regretting something you did sucks ass, trust me, I know,” he goes on. “But regretting what you didn’t do sucks even worse. Then you get stuck in the what if game and even I can lose sleep over that.”

'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

I’m was worried sick about him… Laying down on the long sofa, I felt terrible for what I’ve done and hadn’t done. This is such a mess, if I knew that thing would turn out this way, I should have talked to Hayden properly yesterday. Why didn’t I do that? What was I thinking? This feeling that felt like a void inside my stomach is probably called regret.

Is it something that heavy to be true? If properly if you regret it is there and will come late. Then that moment has arrived, the day of regret that so are Jimmy feel at the moment. Regretting all his stupidity that resulted in Erika's being far from his reach. Regretting all the thoughts bad about Erika, so make Erika go of him. Jimmy wants to regain Erika, reach out, and hug Erika into his embrace. Perfect Jimmy missed that his wife now. The woman who makes life more meaningful, a woman whose name is always embedded in the inner recesses of his heart.

That would be an action that I would regret at the end of the day. And... at this point, regrets are something I don't wish to have.

He climbs slowly to his feet, grunting as he stretches out his back, before reaching down to pick up my plate. “Do you ever regret it?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m not even sure what I want to know. Regret life? Regret logging? He seems to understand what I mean though, as he smiles gently. “Nothing in life is ever worth regretting. You see, Lena, regret is like mold. You can scrub and scrub until it’s out of sight, but it always comes back if you let things get damp again. So, I try not to let life get damp.”

He mutters, " If you are sorry, then be sorry for yourself and your marriage. I am sure she asked for divorce because of your ignorance. I am warning you, Travis, the tendency of keeping the old memories and unable to erase them for the sake of your present will lead you to somewhere regretting!" Travis's eyes widen in shock. But not because of the warning but a sudden strong squeeze in his heart. He falls on knees, clenching his chest. His face turns and he gasps to suck some air in, but failed. The word regret keeps hitting his chest like drums. He is regretting, he is in pain because of the regret - But for what? Why is he regretting? Why is he hating the fact that she wants to divorce. "

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.

"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 –"