Quotes About Regret

I could have walked out at any time. I'm the one who turned a bind eye. I'm the one who chose to die a little with every one of his affairs, so no, bottom line: I choose not to hate him, If I have any anger, its directed at myself. I don't know why I waited so long to take care of myself emotionally and spiritually.

one of the saddest things in life is to die with the music still inside us. There's tremendous talent in Peter that has been long denied. When I knew him, he was one of the most promising artists in college. His work was praised by staff and students alike. His potential was breathtaking.

CECILIA RANDALL HAD heard of people who, if granted one wish, would choose to live their lives over again. Not her. She'd be perfectly content to blot just one twelve-month period from her twenty-two years. The past twelve months.

You can't bring back the past," he said. The words were filled with regret. "No," she agreed softly, "you can't. Today, this minute. Now is all that matters.

it's not what you've done that will fill you with regret, but what you haven't done?

those years didn't happen and take

He had heard that from others but hadn't recognized the truth until his own father had gone. Maybe if he hadn't been so involved with Angie he would have seen to his father's business affairs sooner and they wouldn't be in this mess now. What did he know about all these legal matters? Darn little. His father had known he was close to death

Of all the men you've dated over the years, Rowan's the best. And better yet, he loves you. A lot. If you let him go, you'll be sorry.

Now I know how deep my anger can cut…and I wish to hell I didn't.

I'm late," she told him.

The hardest memories are the pieces of what might have been.

Monsieur me prépare le plus triste avenir; que deviendrai-je quand je n'aurai plus rien à dire? - Tu recommenceras. - Jacques, recommencer! Le contraire est écrit là-haut; et s'il m'arrivait de recommencer, je ne pourrais m'empêcher de m'écrier: Ah! si ton grand-père t'entendait!... et je regretterais le bâillon.

He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.

Grainier still went to services some rare times, when a trip to town coincided. People spoke nicely to him there, people recognized him from the days when he'd attended almost regularly with Gladys, but he generally regretted going. He very often wept in church. Living up the Moyea with plenty of small chores to distract him, he forgot he was a sad man. When the hymns began, he remembered.

We in Purgatory sing fondly of Hell.

He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd only wasted a few years.

She took my heat. Traded it to the devil for some bauble.

My father is dead! As soon as he'd said it, Fiskadoro saw he'd made it true again--again for the first time. Did it just go around and around? He began to see that his sorrow wasn't simple. It wasn't one thing, but a thousand things carrying him away to the Ocean: the work of a person's life was to drink it.

But nothing I could think up, no matter how dramatic or completely horrible, ever made her repent or love me the way she had at first, before she really knew me.

Now the colonel seemed to grieve for his President again, because he said, "This world spits out a beautiful man like he was poison.

I don't remember what I said to them. I remember loneliness crushing first my lungs. Then my heart. Then my balls.

I note that I've lived longer in the past, now, than I can expect to live in the future. I have more to remember than I have to look forward to. Memory fades, not much of the past stays, and I wouldn't mind forgetting a lot more of it.

The Vine had no jukebox, but a real stereo continually playing tunes of alcoholic self-pity and sentimental divorce.

That night I sat in a booth across from Kid Williams, a former boxer. His black hands were lumpy and mutilated. I always had the feeling he might suddenly reach out his hands and strangle me to death. He spoke in two voices. He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.