Quotes About Regret

Et là, secouée par les sanglots, je me suis trouvée acculée, trop tard, bien trop tard, à me rendre compte que moi aussi j'avais aimé, que je pouvais souffrir, et que, en somme, j'étais humaine.

Inevitably, with memory comes pain.

And suddenly you recall all the senseless time-wasting things you've done . . . the wasted minutes you'll never recover. And you realize that time is the most precious thing. Because time is life. It's the only thing you can never get

Pearl rolled a tiny pink speck in her fingers, possibly part of Rose's new leg that I'd tried so hard to make a good match. Pearl laughed and flicked it away as if it was snot out of her nose. I suddenly couldn't stand it. I rushed at her.She saw I wasn't playing around. She ran for it but I caught up with her along the landing. I punched her hard in the chest and she staggered back wards - back and back, and then she wobbled and went right over, down the stairs.

Would the tragic comedy of memory ever stop replaying?

He went way up in the air and when he came down again, he got up and ran away. But he stopped at the corner, Angel says. And died.

know now that what is tragic isn't the moment. It is the memory.

He felt like he had lost something. Something more than his virginity. Like something had been taken from him and he could never get it back. He felt like a punk thinking this. Iris had given it up to him. So why was he feeling like this? Why was he feeling like some promise the universe made had been broken? Damn.

You'll never regret eating blueberries or working up a sweat.

My blood is become water; youth is frozen into senility; all things worth while are gone.

Adrijene, nemoj da se duriš! Vrati se! U redu grešila sam duge godine nisam se vracala kuci, ali sam ti uvek krila da je to zato što sam bila u zatvoru! Grešila sam priznajem cesto sam tukla psa, ali sam te volela! Adrijene, nemoj da se duriš! Vrati se!

Mejor es hacer algo y arrepentirse, que arrepentirse de no haberlo hecho.»

I was an easy birth, and I have never regretted it. Not even for a visit would I return to the womb. I never sleep in the fetal position, but on my back or stomach, legs flung wide. I stay out of hot dark closets. I choose rooms with windows, full of moving air. I like scattered light, a moon, stars, but will settle for anything, even that greenish glow found nowhere in nature of a Santa Monica Freeway sign.

At the top of the page I wrote my full name [...] At the sight of it, many thoughts rushed through me, but I could write down only this: "I wish I could love someone so much that I would die from it." And then as I looked at this sentence a great deal of shame came over me and I wept and wept so much that the tears fell on the page and caused all the words to become one great big blur.

I loved very much - and so used to torment until she cried - a girl named Sonia.

Jag önskar att jag kunde älska någon så högt att jag bara dog. Och när jag tittade på denna mening sköljde en våg av skam över mig. Jag brast i gråt och tårarna trillade ner på boksidan tills orden förvandlades till en stor plump.

If everything in the past has value, then there's no reason for regret, ever.

He felt that he was lying, and in some way being disloyal as well, but he said only, "He was instantly killed. He didn't have to feel any pain.

Aphorism, n.: A concise, clever statement you don't think of until too late.

The heart that sins must sorrow.

Big Angel was late to his own mother's funeral.

Men who do good deeds only wish to atone for their sins.

Si tuviera que enumerar todas las virtudes del alcohol, no acabaría nunca.

All that lasts of love is its poison.