Quotes About Regret

Jei atiduodi kam nors savo šird?, o tie žmon?s miršta, ar jie nusineša j? su savim? Ar likusi? amžinyb?s dal? praleidi su kiauryme, kurios ne?manoma užpildyti?

Brit had wanted it to say LOVED. Those were the directions she gave me for the granite carver. But at the last minute I changed it. I was never going to stop, so why make it past tense? I

One day, you realize there is less of your life left than what you've already lived. And you think, How did this happen so fast? It was only yesterday when I was having my first legal drink, when I was diapering him, when I was young.

They go on to this better place, you know, which is what they wanted all along. But you and me, we're still left behind with all the questions they couldn't answer.

Let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: It solidifies into something else. 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 tongue that you realize this is anger in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measured and spread.

I'm very sorry - the only words that could not rework into anything but what they signified.

Doesn't it count for anything if Josef wishes he hadn't done it?" Leo looks at me. "What counts," he says, "is that he did."  Ã¢â'¬Â¢

I wondered what the hell had convinced me to live at the end of someone else's life rather than live my own

Don't you wish love was so strong it could come back to haunt you?

If you had the chance, would you change what you did? We haven't rehearsed the answer, and maybe it's the only one that really matters. I turn, so that I am staring square at you; so that you know, all my life, anything I've ever said or buried beneath silence was just for you. If I had the chance, I reply. I'd do it all over again.

In my first memory, I am three years old and I am trying to kill my sister.

He tasted of maple syrup, of apologies.

Did you ever wonder who you would have been, if you hadn't become who you are?

The first time you make a decision like that, a decision which rubs against all your morals, is the hardest. The second time, though, is not so hard. And that makes you feel a fraction better about the first time. And so on. But 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.

It doesn't matter who forgives you if you're the one who can't forget.

Mayflies have the shortest life span on earth. Like, twenty-four hours. Wouldn't you feel terrible if you caused an even more untimely death?

What was the point of having a life if you never had the chance to live it?

Logically, I understand that it wasn't Edward's fault my family fell apart after he left. But when you're eleven years old, you don't give a fuck about logic. You just really miss holding your big brother's hand.

You know, you've got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears of a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won't be able to cry for real when you need to.

We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more cleary than others. -Plain Truth

Anger begins with folly and ends with regret-

This is embarrassing. I uh, die and, um the last breath from my lungs is a terrible acid. It melts the seaward wall of the city and a hurricane comes and washes it away. All die. O the embarrassment -You're much better at that than he was.

That meant that he'd drunk too much too early, and had popped an Alcoterm to burn it off.

I watched her walk away and thought that if anybody could make a fighting suit look sexy, it'd be Sean. But even she couldn't.