Quotes About Regret

No one, on his deathbed, ever regretted having been a Catholic.

Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim

I'm sorry, I didn't mean--""To speak of it?" asked the K'mir. Diane nodded. "You have to, just to bleed off the poison from the memory.

He's gone now. He did something terrible, but...he did good things, too. And he kept us well. And it's all right if you are sad.

You always have something left to lose. Until, of course, you die.

If you love your dad, it's tough when he dies. If you don't like your dad, it's tough when he dies. Because you lose that guy. Whatever you didn't get, you miss. And what you did get, you miss.

... he wasn't crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.

It was the word 'late' that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn't happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere...

Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.

I should have known he'd be trouble as soon as he walked into my workshop, but I couldn't have known he'd be the death of me.

What if I just want to die?""Then I will be sad and disappointed that you cheated yourself out of your chance at existence. Not all of us have that opportunity, you know, to choose life.

What is the charm in dying when we fully well know that we are not going to get another chance at living?

It's a breath you took too late.It's a death that's worse than fate.

Death was a living creature. Death was a man tormented by his past. Death was once a human.

The grass is always greener on the other side of personal extinction.

Yes, I've killed! I've killed as indiscriminately as God! And yes, I will kill again. I must.

When he whispered my name, that's when I knew- this was how death felt.

Sluka shook her head. "We're talking about them in the past tense, and we never even discussed them in the present. It's like their only reason for existing was so they could die.

Nausea and panic rose in my throat. I had killed a man.

The poker fell from my trembling hands as my entire body shook with reaction. I fell to my knees, pressed my hands to my face and began to sob. What had I done?

Mistakes and regret, desease and death...ain't recognized by mind that capable on changing them into otherwise.

I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.

I'd gotten someone killed.The price people seem to pay for crossing my path.

I was dead, and I hadn't even been able to attend my own funeral.