Quotes About Regret

The crazy thing is, Mother, after more than twenty years of this crap, down at the bottom of my heart, where it ought to be the darkest, I think there's still this spark of love for you. It may be pity, I'm not sure, but it hurts enough to be love.

There's the past, which we might wish desperately that we can change, and there's now. If we don't seize the now with all our might, it becomes just another part of the past that we end up wishing we could change.

Imminent death didn't terrify her as much as did the prospect of having lived a life in perpetual retreat, a life that would amount now to so much less than she'd ever hoped,...

Eventually he understood that he was crying for himself. He was ashamed of the man whom he had become, mourning the man whom he had expected to be when he'd been a boy.

The last twenty years had not been kind to him. He looked beaten by time, shrunken by care- and glad to be gone.

Some felt that perhaps in his past lay a tragedy with which he had never been able to make his peace, that the only companion with which he felt comfortable was sorrow.

Mother seemed to wish that she'd never had a childhood, perhaps because all delight was fleeting and because the promise of one day was not fulfilled even just until the next.

The things we regret most in life are the things we don't do.

tomorrow is a slave to yesterday.

Under her restlessness and licentious pose is a repressed wholesomeness that will always make her regret devaluing herself, which, even in these strange times, he believes is true of more people than not. "Veronica," she says, referring to another waitress, "says you look dangerous. But the girl has zero spirit of adventure." "Good for her," Nameless says. "Girls who

You'll b-b-be sorry. A g-g-girlfriend will w-walk away sooner or later, but a g-good comic b-b-b-book c-can be enjoyed over and over again.

I was the worst kind of fool. When I look back on that August night, changed forever by all my wounds and all my suffering, that undamaged Odd Thomas seems like a different human being from me, immeasurably more confident than I am now, still able to hope, but not as wise, and I mourn for him.

Annamaria insists that mere hours earlier, I saved entire cities, sparing many hundreds of thousands from nuclear terrorism. Even if that is most likely true, I feel as though, in the process, I have forfeited a piece of my soul.

there is only misery in hoping for the wrong thing.

If someone had killed Hamlet in the first act, a lot more people would've been alive at the end.

Until they move on from this world, even the dead can know fear. You would think they have nothing to lose, but sometimes they are wretched with anxiety, not about what might lie Beyond, but about those whom they have left behind.

Your sixteen days to late you son of a bitch- Travis, Whatchers

Under her restlessness and licentious pose is a repressed wholesomeness that will always make her regret devaluing herself, which, even in these strange times, he believes is true of more people than not.

the dead moon sheds cold light on the dark buildings that stand testament to the folly of the human race.

We ceaselessly examine the bits of wreckage in the surf, as though we can put the past together again, but that's just torturing ourselves.

The past cannot be redeemed. What has been and what might have been both bring us to what is.

What did she do?" "Ruined everything. Out of pride.

There's nowhere on Earth where people haven't died in sorry ways.

but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel remains in the wound, some mud.