Quotes About Regret

All my unsaid words went back to wherever they had been all these years.

The other rooms were thick with the corpses of suffocated words.

Usually the walk home from the Swan was a time for regret—regret that his joints ached so badly, that he had drunk too much, that the best of life had passed him by and he had only aches and pains ahead of him now, a gradual decline till at the end he would sink into the grave.

He was the first of my ghosts.

regretted that he had to comfort me for his own loss.

Moments came back to him when he had behaved less honorably than he wished. He remembered instances of neglect and ingratitude. He felt the pang of remorse and resolved not to do the same again.

Guilt slithered through e like a poisonous snake.

He gave me a last dark look, not admitting defeat,not giving an inch .I watched him with unexpected regret. Watched him until the consciousness went out of his eyes and they were simply open but seeing nothing.

unexpected regret. Watched him until the consciousness went out of his eyes, and they were simply open but seeing nothing.

On the day I left, when I gave her a gold bracelet, she kissed me and told me not to come back, as things were never as good the second time. She was God's gift to bachelors, that girl.

Jackson's men cut off the noses of dead Indians as they counted the bodies. Afterwards there were few regrets; one of Jackson's soldiers chuckled that he had killed a boy "five or six years of age" for the reason that "he would have become an Indian someday."22

Historian Ira Katznelson tells us, "Hitler denigrated blacks, admired American racism, and regretted the South's defeat in 1865.

I have really sinned. I am going to pause now, and sit here on the mound repenting in deepest shame...

I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.

All I really want to write about is what happened just before he left. But if I let myself start with that I might forget some of the things which came first. And every word he said is of deepest value to me.

Your pain and anger will pass, but the guilt would remain with you for always.

it seemed an awful waste that we weren't in love with each other.

I couldn't make it out - why you ever let me, I mean. I understand now. Things like that happen when you're in love with the wrong person. Worse things. Things you never forgive yourself for.

Never have I felt so separate from her. And I regret to say that there were moments when my deep and loving pity for her merged into a desire to kick her fairly hard.

But the happiness you hoped to win for me will never be mine.

Was he again -- I had never forgotten that overheard phrase of Eve's -- being kind to be cruel? I only knew I had been given back enough to live on. And dimly, dimly, I began to see a new Last Act to crown my play.

I soon realised I was making a fool of myself...things like that happen when you are in love with the wrong person. Worse things. things you never forgive yourself for... ...I'll blame myself for as long as I live. It's you I love and always will.

And I regret to say that there were moments when my deep and loving pity for her merged into a desire to kick her fairly hard. For she is a girl who cannot walk her troubles off, or work them off; she is a girl to sit around and glare.

It's the kind of human junk that deepens the landscape, makes it sadder and lonelier and places a vague sad subjective regret at the edge of your response—not regret so much as a sense of time's own esthetic, how strange and still and beautiful a chunk of concrete can be, lived in fleetingly and abandoned, the soul of wilderness signed by men and women passing through.