Novel & Cerita Regrets Crossword Clue

I don’t think about anyone except her, she's my whole world, and I lost her. Regret was a foreign thing to me once, it was something I believed belonged to weaker men, to those who failed to take what they wanted when it was within their reach. But now it sat in my chest like a slow, suffocating weight, tightening every time her name crossed my mind.

Alex looked down at his cuffed hands and exhaled shakily. “The only thing I regret,” he said, “is watching you walk away from me. I regret not chasing after you that night. I regret not listening when you cried. When you were sick. I regret not choosing you… when all you ever did was choose me. I regret failing you, failing our marriage, failing everything we could have been.” His voice cracked faintly at the edges. “That is my regret. The only one.” Amara’s breath stilled. For a second, just one brief second, the sincerity in his voice hit her. Hard. She hadn’t expected it.

I just hope that he’ll not regret his decision in the end because I know how it feels to have regrets. Regrets is one of the painful feelings I ever felt. I have so many regrets in the past. I have so many things I want to look back in the past and if I would be given a chance to change it…I will. I regret that night. That night where I last saw Ronald. I regret that night. I regret that I ran away. I regret that I didn’t talk to him at least. I regret…that I didn’t even clear the things between us. I regret that…I didn’t have the proper goodbye.

Baby The very last emotion that washed over me was regret. This is the state of feeling repentant over something that failed. So this is what really defeat feels like. Defeat. In a flash it brought me these questions, What do retrievers regret most the moment they knew their dying? The moment they look death in the eye for him to take them? Is it failed relationships or not even having one? Is it maybe missing opportunities to be real normal people? or just maybe simply living life more?

On the 1,001st day, Ruby Anderson still hadn't shown up at the city hall. The staff member tapped on the rejected application form and laughed at me mockingly. "Mr. Scott, this makes a thousand times, You should set a time with Ms. Anderson before coming back. "Stop wasting everyone's time." Everyone knew that Ruby was the richest person in this city. She had very limited time. When she was happy, everyone would respectfully address me as "Mr. Scott". However, when she was upset, I would be treated even worse than her nanny. Everyone would take a dig at me. They seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who proposed to me 99 times with roses. She had told the whole world th

“I’ve been busy.” “With Preston?” I sip my drink. “Among other things.” The glint in his eyes says he knows that means things I’m not going to tell you. He leans back, staring at me with the kind of scrutiny that would usually make me squirm. “Have you ever regretted walking away from something?” The question catches me off guard. “Depends what you mean by regret.” “Not the kind that fades. The kind that wakes you up at three a.m. and reminds you that you’re a coward.”

“You regret me, admit it.” I stare down at him. “Every day.” The wind howls through the broken roof, scattering dust across the floor. The smell of salt and rust fills the air, thick and cold. Ariana steps closer, her voice trembling but fierce. “He regrets every choice that brought us here. But you, you don’t regret anything, do you, Adrian?” He laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Regret is for people who lose.” “Then you must be drowning in it,” she says sharply.

He rubbed his face against Margot's cheek, tenderly saying, "Because I love it. Margot, you are the most precious treasure of my life. Of course, our daughter too." Margot was speechless. Did he really think so? Margot moved closer into his embrace. She said, "Actually, I have some regrets." Curtis continued to nuzzle her, occasionally blowing in her ear teasingly. "What regrets?" "I regret leaving you four years ago." That was her heartfelt truth. If she hadn't left back then, Curtis wouldn't have gotten sick. If he had really died, she would probably live in guilt and remorse for the rest of her life.

"You know, when Jules heard the news of the baby's death, his reaction wasn't sadness; he was relieved. The next day, he had someone draft a severance package, wanting to give Maddie money to leave New York." "Maddie refused?" "She lost her mind, alright? She was pregnant out of wedlock and stayed with him without any official status. Now he thinks she can just be paid off? The first thing she did when she woke up in the ICU was to find a lawyer to sue Jules. Then one day, Jules was driving on the West Side Freeway, and she was in the passenger seat arguing with him, saying he was irresponsible, that he ruined her youth, that he had ruined her life..."

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.”