You'll Regret Losing Me Quotes Novels & Stories

Beneath the flickering glow of the harbor's mercury lamps, Charlie stared at his son's face with eyes overflowing with distorted love and endless regret. "Forgive me, Leo..." Charlie whispered. Warm tears streamed down his face, only to freeze almost instantly upon his gaunt cheeks. He released one long, weary breath into the frozen air, carrying away the last traces of warmth from his slowly fading body. "Your father can no longer give you a great name... but I've made sure there will never again be a monster's shadow haunting your mother. Grow up strong... my son."

“I gifted you that bag on your birthday. You promised me you would cherish it forever, just like you said our friendship meant everything. And now you tell your mom to throw it away like garbage? Do you hate me that much now? After everything we went through?” I scoffed loudly. “I was so foolish and stupid back then,” I said coldly. “I don’t feel anything for that anymore.”

I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them. Now, here I was, battered and bruised, left with nothing but regret. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the weight of it all. Seeing me cry, Titus, who had been visibly angry moments ago, suddenly panicked. "Wait, you're really crying? When I got your text yesterday, I rushed back. Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll make them pay! "Mom and Dad are downstairs. It's been five years. They've really missed you."

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.

“Do you know what my biggest regret is? Not coming home to bring you with me to Eastgene as soon as I got my first pay. Had I done that… you wouldn’t have ever met Brendan in your life!” Deirdre’s eyelashes fluttered. She could not help but chuckle under her breath in self-deprecation. How nice would it be—to have never met Brendan? “Well, it’s too late now, Tobey. There’s nothing you can do, so go. The last thing I want is to capitalize on your feelings for me by any means at all. I can’t love anyone again, not after all of this. So, please, don’t waste your time and effort on me or a relationship that isn’t going to happen.”

“You know she was only being strong and prideful like she is. And you never healed, you only regretted, you’re still regretting.” And so what if I regretted and still regretting? It makes no change? She’s not mine and can never be. I should mourn what I lost. “I know I can never get a second chance. Is it a crime to wish for things you lost?” I asked. “Yes, wish for things but not things you lost by yourself.” Zeke finalized. “Move on.” Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one dealing with his silly replacement Luna. I swung the door opened and squinted my eyes as the bright ray of the sun pierced into my eyes.

My chest panged with pain and I crashed down on the floor of my room, sobs raking through my body. My whole body hurt, and my heart mourned for what could have been, or what should have been. I regret ever meeting Noah because if I hadn't, I wouldn't be in the corner of my room, soiling my designer dress with my tears. I wouldn't have a designer, to begin with. The saying, it's better to have loved and lost than to haven't loved at all, was the stupidest word ever uttered in mankind. And the person who said it has never been hurt by love and was a bigger fool than I was.

She scoffed, making me face herself. My skin smothered in regret and apprehension. I lowered my head like a guilty criminal. I've had enough of Claire's cutting comments. It's not like I hated them. Hell, I know I deserved them. But they hurt me more than a third degree burn would. It had made me lose hope completely. It's difficult to look Claire in the eyes. It's difficult to pay back for what I did, much less compensate her for the loss she incurred. The loss. I stared at my bare, darker in color, feet against Claire's smooth and white ones. I so wanted to touch her feet and massage them. And maybe suck on her toes! Fúck, where am I heading? I was thinking about her loss. Our loss.

“Do you feel it, or do you just say it because I’ve grown, because Leonard has elevated me, and now it’s convenient for you to regret?” Revan flinched slightly at her words, but he didn’t back down. “No… Aruna. This isn’t convenient. This is… real. I’ve lost more than I realized. Losing you, seeing the life you’re building… it made me see what I threw away.” The city lights reflected in his eyes, mixing desperation and regret, as the traffic continued to hum around them. Passersby glanced curiously at the tense scene, but Aruna paid them no mind.

"Alex doesn’t know about this yet, so don’t say anything to him, okay?" Ivory nodded. "I promise, I'll not mention this in front of him." "Thanks," Eric gave her a look which Ivory couldn't find a name yet, "When you love someone, don’t waste time Ivory, don’t let your pride or fear stop you. When it’s too late, no amount of regret will bring them back, I wasted time, maybe if I was quicker, I might've got more time to spend with her rather than crying for her, atleast I got six months to be with her now, though it'll be a lifelong regret later, do you want to regret too?"