Regrets Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

The people crying the hardest had regret values between 90% and 100%. My dad? His regret valu[e flickered between 50% and 60%. Even Chad and Peggy landed somewhere in the 30% to 40% range. Then I looked at my mom. Her regret value was a flat 0.

He crossed his arms and leaned toward me. "Let’s say you had a car accident and lost your life today. What’s the one thing you would regret?" His words struck my chest so hard that I felt a pang of pain. I couldn’t breathe for a moment. My eyes flashed with confusion. I had never really thought that hard about things. I always thought there was time. But if I really did die today, what was the one thing I would regret? "Why would I have any regrets? As of now, I'm living my best life. What could possibly make me feel that way?"

Chateau remained silent, trying to digest Amber’s words, but it seemed like it was still too raw to fully understand without further explanation from Amber. “Chateau, you may not have mentioned who you meant, but I’ll clarify my words so you can understand who that person is.” Amber paused, then stared into Chateau’s eyes deeply. “Not everyone in this world hates their past because they don’t regret what they did back then. The past can’t be changed, and time can’t go backward, that’s why... regret exists. Those who carry deep regret from their past or very painful memories are more likely to hate their past because they know... that dark past can never be undone.”

She couldn't escape the nagging thought that her actions, driven by desperation, had unknowingly unleashed a nightmare. Regret etched lines on Marisa's face, and her fingers clenched the edge of the seat as if seeking some anchor in the storm of remorse. The weight of guilt intensified with each passing street, as if the city itself echoed her inner turmoil. In the hushed confines of the cab, Marisa's whispered self-reproach mingled with the distant sounds of the city. If only she could rewind time and erase that ill-fated decision, sparing Dave from the gruesome fate that awaited him. The regret, like a relentless tide, threatened to drown her in sorrow.

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.

She understood the liking part, but regret? "What do you regret?" she asked. Suddenly, he pulled over to the side of the road, then looked at her intently. In the car, silence stretched between them. Finally, Wilson spoke in a soft voice, "I regret that I made you lose your smile." Clara’s heart trembled at his words. She could feel her nose getting stuffy. He reached out, gently caressing her face. "I’m sorry, Clara. If I hadn’t made some foolish decisions, you wouldn’t have lost that smile so early in your life. I ruined your life – and in doing so, I ruined my own."

'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 washes over his face, etching lines of sorrow and remorse. "You're right, Nora. You were never meant to be caught in the crossfire of our rivalry," Jay admits, his voice filled with regret. "I should have protected you, shielded you from the pain and the choices that were forced upon you." Nora gazes at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. The regret in Jay's expression mirrors the tumultuous emotions swirling within her own heart. "I never wanted any of this," Nora whispers, her voice barely audible. "I never wanted to be a pawn in your family's feud. I just wanted to live my own life, make my own choices."

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.