Quotes About Regret

Sometimes the past seemed like enough, in comparison with the disappointments of the present.

What happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough? It becomes your entire history.

WHEN SOMEBODY GOES AWAY THERE'S THINGS YOU WANT TO TELL THEM. WHEN SOMEBODY DIES MAYBE THAT'S THE WORST THING. YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER.

There may come a time when you will wish you had never tasted the fruit from the tree of knowledge. There may even come a time when you will lie about who took the first bite.

How many times have we said, "I won't ever do that again!"? Then, before the day is up, we have the piece of cake, smoke the cigarettes, say hateful things to the ones we love, and so on. Then we compound the whole problem by angrily saying to ourselves, "Oh, you have no willpower, no discipline. You're just weak." This only adds to the load of guilt we already carry.

Don't judge yourself for not being with the person or doing enough for the person while he or she was alive.

What haunted people even, perhaps especially, on their deathbed? What chased them, tortured them and brought some of them to their knees? And [he] thought he had the answer. Regret. Regret for things said, things done, and things not done. Regret for the people they might have been. And failed to be.

I'm sorry. I was wrong. I need help. I don't know.

Old sins have long shadows," said Gamache. "And this is an old sin.

Hell is the truth seen too late,

What could be worse? Dying, and not being missed.

You're lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?

Hell is the truth seen too late," said Reine-Marie as she poured out more coffee. "Thomas Hobbes.

Memories can kill, Yvette. The past can reach right up and grab you and drag you to a place you shouldn't be. Like a burning building.

When I miss things or let them pass they gather in a heap then rise up and take a life. So, I try not to.

You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?" Myrna

Myrna...prayed God wasn't one of of the men or women she'd betrayed by signing their release. Myrna's weight wasn't all carried around her middle.

This was the worst story yet. The phantom life that might have been.

Armand Gamache wondered whether CC de Poitiers was at that very moment trying to explain herself to a perplexed God and two very angry seals.

I don't know. I was wrong. I'm sorry." Lacoste recited them slowly, lifting a finger to count them off. "I need help," the Chief said, completing the statements. The ones he'd taught young Agent Lacoste many years ago. The ones he'd recited to all his new agents.

I don't know. I need help. I was wrong. I'm sorry." Armond Gamache

But she went from being a happy, carefree child to an embittered woman. Very solitary, not very likeable apparently. Then, near the end of her life, she wrote to a friend. In the letter she said that her father had said something to her. Something horrible and unforgivable." "The brutal telling.

That we could forget the good and only remember the

He sat quietly for a moment, lost in what was now and forever the past. The scene he described would never be repeated. That overheard sound would never be heard again.