He's quick to apologize but his regrets sometimes lack sincerity.
You have no regrets? she asked, unconvinced.
Do you have any regrets, Wynn?
No apologies, no regrets, she repeated the mantra she adopted when Wynn first diagnosed her as terminal.
I want to hear the woman who lives by the motto of no apologies, no regrets, who told me once that her own soul searching taught her to live, doesn't want my help turning that three months into eternity.
Though he harbored no regrets in declining her invitation to sex, he knew he could and should have handled so obviously unstable a person in such a mental state far better than he did.
And no regrets about what I did, though the few days I've spent here make me wonder if there was an easier way.
Hopefully he would have no regrets on that topic either.
My only regrets are my mistakes.
Gibbon, however, regrets that the style of his pamphlet was too acrimonious; and this regret, considering his antagonist's slight claims to forbearance, is creditable to him.
He uttered no vain regrets, but the position was a trying one.
He had in fact started his university course as a medicinae cultor, and in his autobiography he half regrets that he did not choose the medical profession.
In the preface to the first volume he regrets that except for Alfred's translations Englishmen had no means of learning the true doctrine as expounded by the Latin fathers.
In the very characteristic preface to the new edition of 1871 he proposes never to reprint his earlier works on art; disclaims many of the views they contained, and much in their literary form; and specially regrets the narrow Protestantism by which they were pervaded.
"Then allow me to express your regrets, and I am sure your opponent will accept them," said Nesvitski (who like the others concerned in the affair, and like everyone in similar cases, did not yet believe that the affair had come to an actual duel).
As it is, not only has she left us, and particularly Prince Andrew, with the purest regrets and memories, but probably she will there receive a place I dare not hope for myself.
Take me, take me! prayed Natasha, with impatient emotion in her heart, not crossing herself but letting her slender arms hang down as if expecting some invisible power at any moment to take her and deliver her from herself, from her regrets, desires, remorse, hopes, and sins.
"Sire, all Paris regrets your absence," replied de Beausset as was proper.