You'll Regret Losing Me Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Arga keep apologizing to me and kissing me. I'm speechless. The saying goes - regret always comes too late.

She told Deirdre about many fun things and told Deirdre to reach out to her tomorrow when the car stopped. “Miss McKinnon, here’s a motivational quote. We should live every day being happy. You’re so beautiful, so why do you wear a sad face? If it’s a relationship problem, you don’t need to mind that at all because you have no lack of suitors. If it’s something else, it’s useless to be worried anyway. You just need to adjust your mentality and start fresh.”

“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.

"One day, you’ll regret saying this to me. You’ll regret turning me away." Cassia arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Oh, really? Then why does it seem like you’re the one regretting losing me?" she asked, her words leaving him speechless.

"Is this like a Scylla and Charybdis thing? Love you or lose you?" "No, that's crazy talk. Do you really think I'd be dry-eyed right now if there was even a slight possibility that this was the last time we'd be together? I'd never cut you off," I assured her. "I just came here to tell you all of this 'cause if I didn't, then I'll always wonder if I could've done more..." I elaborated. "Because people regret saying words that should've remained unsaid, but by the same token, people also regret the words they should've said but never did." Hopefully, I was making sense and she didn't think I was speaking gibberish. "But no matter what, you won't lose me. Together until we're old and both gray

“If I could turn back time, I would hold onto you and never let you go. Every single day since we parted, I’ve felt the weight of that decision. It’s a regret that has haunted me, a shadow that lingers over every other relationship I’ve had.” Her voice wavered, filled with the rawness of emotions long suppressed. “I thought I needed space to find myself, to figure out who I was without you. But in losing you, I lost a part of myself that I’ve never been able to recover. You were my rock, my confidant, and my best friend. Without you, I’ve felt incomplete.”

I whispered, voice trembling as tears blurred my vision, each word soaked in the ache of everything I’d lost—and still hoped to fix. His warning cut through me like ice. “You know I don’t give second chances. If I see red flags, I’m out.” Each word wasn’t just a warning—it was a verdict hanging over me, slicing deeper than any wound. I swallowed hard, the weight of those words crushing my chest. I have to make him want to stay. I can’t lose him. Not after all this—never. Then, like a fragile thread holding me from breaking, his voice softened, trembling with something raw. “Don’t make me regret this.” It was almost breaking, and I could hear it—the vulnerability buried under his anger.

[ IN WHICH SHE IS FOOLISH OR MIGHT HAVE COMPLETELY LOST HER MIND ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — If my hours spent with Jacqueline has taught me one thing, it is that — 'do not live your life with regrets'. Regrets eat you up, slowly. They devour you. They diminish you and shatter your whole being. So, I promise to live without regrets. Honestly, Jacqueline's situation isn't so different from mine. With each decision I make, I feel like I am self-destructing, leading myself closer and closer to my death.