“Therefore, he sat before his dying fire, sorrowful to think upon the way by which he had come to that night, yet… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“He couldn't be more than twenty-five, but he obviously lived enough to have things to regret. He looked like he'd taken a… — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
“Regret. When I looked at Clay that’s definitely what I felt. Mostly for everything we never got to be. For everything I… — A. Meredith Walters Copy Share Image
