Quotes About Regret

Nunca fui covarde Mas agora é tarde Amei tanto Que agora nem sei mais chorar Vivi te buscando Vivi te encontrando Vivi te perdendo Ah, coração, infeliz até quando? Para ser feliz Tu vais morrer de dor Amei tanto Que agora nem sei mais chorar Nunca fui covarde Mas agora é tarde É tarde demais enfim A solidão é o fim de quem ama A chama se esvai, a noite cai em mim.

She is the best wife a guy could want. I didn't realize how good she was until I got in here. I beat her at times. She writes to me all the time. She is going to have a baby.

Remember the height from which you have fallen!

There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, "I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others." These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.

I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made..

Don't regret that your life is too easy, mine is rather easy too; I think that life is pretty long and that the time will arrive soon enough in which "another shall gird thee and carry thee where thou wouldst not.

If I should later come to see that I did wrong, well, then I shall of course be sorry, but as it is I have been unable to see how else I could possibly have acted. When somebody tells me decisively, 'Get out of my house, the sooner the better, in half an hour rather than an hour,' well then, my dear fellow, it doesn't take a quarter of an hour for me to leave, never to return either.

If there is anything I regret then it is that period when I allowed mystical and theological profundities to mislead me into withdrawing too much into myself. …..When you wake up in the morning and find you are not alone but can see a fellow creature there in the half-light, it makes the world look so much more welcoming. Much ,more welcoming than the devotional journals and whitewashed church walls beloved of clergymen.

pois me restam graves remorsos, difíceis de definir. Acho que esta foi a causa de eu ter gritado tanto nas crises, eu queria me defender e não conseguia mais

E eu me deixarei ir não sem reflexão, mas sem insistir em lamentar coisas que poderiam ter acontecido.

But I myself do not think I cannot make mistakes - I am too conscious of my many errors to be able to say this or that is the right manner and this or that, the wrong one. That goes without saying. But I am not indifferent, I think it wrong to be so. I think it one's duty to try to do the right thing, even knowing that one cannot go through life without making mistakes, without regret or sorrow. Somewhere I read, Some good must come by clinging to the right.

Your life would be empty indeed if you didn't regret anything.

And yet, my dear sister, to what an extent doctors, engineers, in short lots of people, have more practical, stabler ideas than artists! As for me, I often think with a deep sigh that I ought to have been better than I am. Let me stop talking of it at once, or else it might discourage me. Well, the fact is that one cannot retrace one's steps, and the steps one has taken greatly influence the future.

sometimes, the past should not only be forgotten, it should be destroyed.

couldn't get to them in time. It was just too hot. Your mother . . . I warned her about smoking in bed. I told her what would happen." "Did Mom start the fire? Did she burn my brothers?" "She didn't mean to start it, Reece," he cries. "But now she's killed them all.

Unspeakable, O Queen, is the sorrow you bid me renew.

Unwillingly I left your land, O Queen.

I tell you this because books for young readers are so often written about that very moment: the moment of the fork. The moment the old man cannot return to.

You are going to the fields strewn with corpses, How can I not feel a pang inside? Though I would swear to follow you, I am afraid that green will turn yellow

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

The old sorceress was not given to berating herself herself, but she could not help but think she had made a mistake. Possibly the worst of her whole life.

It is only the present she hates; as soon as the present becomes the past, she immediately begins loving it. (On her mother)

I nearly weep. All I had ever wanted was that my mother be glad to be alive in my presence. I am still certain that if she had been, I'd have grown up whole inside. "Imagine," I say to Leonard. "She's so old and she can still do this to me." "It's not how old she is that's remarkable," he says. "It's how old you are.

Still," I said, "I am sorry. But I was desperate to rescue my sister." "I understand," the sagging dragon assured me. He explained, "I, too, had a sister, once." The past tense didn't escape me. "What happened to her?" I asked, feeling we were connected, two of a kind after all, sharing similar personal tragedies. "I had to eat her," the dragon said, "to keep her from stealing my gold.