Quotes About Regret

let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.

I look at you and I see this amazing, beautiful thing. All these books and songs are written about people looking for the love of their life and never fining it, and we've got it and it isn't worth a damn to you.

What did you say to the people who had given you life, when you were about to intentionally throw that gift away?

I've thought about all the things I could have done differently, and if it would have led to another outcome. But thinking doesn't change anything, does it?

It does not matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.

And that's what I think love is...when your hindsight's twenty-twenty, and you still wouldn't change a thing.

Elise Vasquez and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the woman we both feel we lost, and may be never really had.

he glanced at the stranger in the seat beside him and tried to remember when she used to be his daughter.

I've thought about all the things I could have done differently, and if it would have led to another outcome. But thinking doesn't change anything, does it?

You can keep dividing and dividing and you'll never entirely get rid of the sourness in your stomach that you taste when you think back to the moment you could have said no

Some stains never wash out.

Whatever we forfeit echoes the pain from all the other times we have been disappointed in our lives.

Would you rather spend the rest of your life thinking about us, and remembering it as something totally perfect, or would it be better to let it get all screwed up and have that as your memory?

Could you hate your son for what he had done, and still love him for who he had been? The

If, even after you make what everyone considers to be the biggest mistake of your life, you stop thinking it's a mistake and may be see it as the best thing that ever could have happened.

you even put into words the confession that you made a mistake, that you want to turn back time and try again? How do you say it without hurting the people who have been sitting across from you at the breakfast table for fifteen years, who know your Starbucks order and which side of the bed to leave you at a hotel?

So what if we would have forfeited money on a vacation? In the grand scheme of things, losing dollars is nothing compared to losing time.

But there's another part of me that knows no matter how Delia and I go forward from this point, it won't be the same. Because when she smiles, I will look away before it is contagious. When we sit beside each other, I will make sure that our shoulders do not brush. When we speak, there will be spaces between our words just the shape and size of that damn kiss.

Our eyes meet in the mirror but neither of us speaks; we are afraid that whatever words we pick won't be able to bear the weight of what's happened.

That's what I think love is, when your hindsight's twenty-twenty, and you still wouldn't change a thing.

Suicides, almost by definition, are all ghosts - stuck earthbound because they are desperate to apologize to their loved ones or because they are so ashamed of themselves.

What if, when I get home, Nicholas is standing on the porch with open arms, willing to pick up where we left off? Can I let myself make the same mistakes all over again?

Could you love someone so much that, even without meaning to, you hurt them?

What I want, more than anything, is to turn back time a little. To become the kid I used to be, who believed whatever my mother said was one hundred percent true and right without looking hard enough to see the hairline cracks.