Natsuki Takaya Quotes

She is sadder and sadder, and for a man there is no balm more soothing than the sadness he has caused a woman.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have asked him to cross.

Pearls mean tears.

And I felt sorry, and I have felt bad about what happened.

I definitely regret hurting people.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

‎It has ever been my fate to give pain to those whose happiness I should have promoted.

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.

Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of a broken heart, and then he will be sorry for what he has done.

Regret is the most tiresome of companions.

Sadness at being caught, at the incontrovertibe knowledge that she will never forgive you.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

I mean, I felt terrible. And in the beginning, I mean, I was completely devastated. I mean, can you imagine the kind of guilt that you would feel, and the responsibility?

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

After I got over the terrible pain of having something of mine taken from me, I began to think how bad everybody else must be feeling. It wasn't a nice time.

I never knowingly wanted to hurt anybody.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

I cry all the time.

I feel bad for everyone I've gone out with.

Nobody feels any worse than I do about losing.

I think whenever you lose somebody close to you, there's always a part of you that wishes you could have done something differently.

It saddens me to know that I jeopardized the welfare of the kind people of Hawaii, a community that I love and call my home.

If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.