Regret Something Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Olive explained hoarsely. Lyyana let out a sigh. She also regretted why her mother didn't receive better treatment until she passed away just like that. "If we talk about regret, it's not just Uncle and Aunt. Lyyana regrets not being able to provide the best treatment for Mom, letting Mom marry that jerk, causing Mom's shop to go bankrupt because of that jerk's debt, selling our childhood home, and many more regrets Lyyana has. But..." Lyyana paused, looking at each of them one by one. "Regret comes at the end. We shouldn't be trapped in that regret. It's better for us to start a new life now and consider yesterday's events as life experiences and memories."

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

I took a few steps away from him, shaking my head in disapproval, and not thinking that I was saying the words out loud. “What was wrong?” He asked me, walking towards me. One step he takes towards me, one step I take back away from him. Scared of doing something, I would regret later. Regret is the last thing that comes to my mind when it is the one thing I badly want to do. I’m mostly afraid because I don’t think I would regret it at all, which is bad. Really bad. “Tell me, Grace.” He said, his expression unreadable. “What was wrong?” He asked me again.

“Fine, fine, I’ll get out of the way, I’ll leave. Anyway, no matter what I do you find me an eyesore. I’ll just disappear.” Saying this, he stormed out of the room, seething. Candice broke into a cold sweat. What had that old scumbag been about to say just now? That she was Margaret’s daughter? Was he afraid his image as a womanizing playboy wasn’t full enough yet? What on earth was he trying to do! Old Mrs. Lawrence: “Sorry, my son’s brain isn’t quite right.” …The chairman of the Arch Group has something wrong with his brain. Imagine that headline going around.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”

They were all from Adrian, 10 years in the future. "Clara, how are you and Sadie over there? I miss you so much. I know I have no right to. "Today's the anniversary of your death. You must have hated me when you left… hated me for destroying everything. "Clara, I miss you. I wish I could dream about you every night. Why do you never come to me in my dreams? "Clara, I regret everything. If I could do it all over again, I swear I'd love you the way I should have."

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.