Lisi Harrison Quotes

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

But I tried, didn't I? Goddamnit, at least I did that.

I wondered about the half-life of regret.

Within six months, if I am not dead, I shall have seen you again, madam--even if I have to overturn the world.

We all have that burning question about what happens if we lose somebody we love, especially if we lose them tragically. We wonder what fear was going on, we wonder if we could have reached out and touched them, held their hand, looked in their eyes, been there.

I don't hold any regrets whatsoever about my life besides hurting people I loved.

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

I have a recurring dream where I'm on the run for a horrible thing I did years and years ago. Like, in the dream... because the thing I did was so long ago that it's just a faint memory in my dream, so I'm sort of remembering it as I'm on the run from the police. And I'm totally guilty of it.

How carefully would I atone, if I might, for the time I have lost!

If I have to run to put myself in the hospital, if I have to run that hard, that's how hard I'll have to run.

The real affliction of old age is remorse.

Our lives are marked and shaped by our regrets. Things we all want to take back and can’t. In a perfect world, we would never hurt the ones we love or cause hurt to befall them. But the world isn’t perfect and neither are we.

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

Listen to me." He grabbed my arms, holding me there. " I couldn't find you. And I will never forgive myself for that. Ever.

I think he came to die with me," I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If I can keep breathing, I can stop crying. I didn't need or want him to die with me. I wanted to keep him safe. What an idiot, I think, but my heart isn't in it. "That's ridiculous," he says. "That doesn't make any sense. He's eighteen; he'll find another girlfriend once you're dead. And he's stupid if he doesn't know that." Tears run down my cheeks, hot at first and then cold. I close my eyes. "If you think that's what it's about..." I swallow another sob. "...you're the stupid one.

Each day brought just another minute of the things they could not leave behind. Jane Barrington sitting on the train coming back to Leningrad from Moscow, holding on to her son, knowing she had failed him, crying for Alexander, wanting another drink, and Harold, in his prison cell, crying for Alexander, and Yuri Stepanov on his stomach in the mud in Finland, crying for Alexander, and Dasha in the truck, on the Ladoga ice, crying for Alexander, and Tatiana on her knees in the Finland marsh, screaming for Alexander, and Anthony, alone with his nightmares, crying for his father.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

I'll never do that again!

There was but one thing for him;- to persevere till he got her, or till he had finally lost her. And should the latter be his fate, as he began to fear that it would be, then, he would live, but live only, like a crippled man.

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better.

For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

I never meant to hurt you, Isabel. Had I known what I would find when I came north, I would never have agreed to Leighton's request... That is a lie. Had I known that I would find you when I came north, I would have come years ago.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.

Alas! never had I loved him so well!

Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.