Quotes About Regret

El pasado tiene un futuro con el que nunca contamos".

Hay que cruzar una línea que ya no puede descruzarse para comprender y arrepentirse, para querer echarse atrás y aceptar que se ha metido la pata; hay que cometer un error hasta el fondo para comprobar que era un error, y entonces se intenta salir de él cuando ya es tarde para deshacerlo sin daños, o sin estropicios.

Es lo malo que tiene cuanto nos sucede y no es registrado, o aún peor, ni siquiera sabido ni visto ni oído, porque luego no hay forma de recuperarlo.

Thus bad begins and worse remains behind'

Je regrettais la mort de cette fille comme on regrette la destruction totale d'une belle Å"uvre.

shot through the heart, and you're to blame! you give love, a bad name.

i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my uncle Sol and started a worm farm)

Me up at does out of the floor quietly Stare a poisoned mouse still who alive is asking What have i done that You wouldn't have

Father looked at her and she was beautiful in the way she had been as a girl. He did not realize the pleasure he felt in having made her cry.

There is great human shame when people die before they are ready. It's as if their living didn't matter at all.

There is great human shame when people die before they are ready. It's as if their living didn't matter at all. I

You do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.

All negativity is caused by an accumulation of psychological time and denial of the present. Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry — all forms of fear — are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of nonforgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough

All negativity is caused by an accumulation of psychological time and denial of the present. Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry — all forms of fear — are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of nonforgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough presence.

Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry — all forms of fear — are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of nonforgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough presence.

Guilt, regret, resentment, sadness and all forms of non-forgiveness are caused by too much past and not enough presence.

That day, I began to be incredulous. Or, rather, I regretted having been credulous. I regretted having allowed myself to be borne away by a passion of the mind. Such is credulity.

I wish to Heaven that I might forget. It would be so much easier than to go through life always remembering what might have been.

Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and improbable that to have repined would have been like despairing because one had not drawn the first prize in a lottery.

He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.

Don't they always go from bad to worse? There's no turning back--your old self rejects you, and shuts you out. ~Lilly Bart

It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now

She was something he knew he had missed: the flower of life.

Something in truth lay dead between them—the love she had killed in him and could no longer call to life. But something lived between them also, and leaped up in her like an imperishable flame: it was the love his love had kindled, the passion of her soul for his.