Quotes About Regret

This is the queasy shadowland, and they don't even work hard at that because they have never learned to work at anything. They turn sloppy, and when the youngness is gone, there isn't much left. Just the dead eyes and the small meaty skills and the feeling their luck went bad sometime, when they weren't watching. Fifteen to twenty-five is the span, and they age quickly and badly. These are the bunnies who never find a burrow.

So! So? So I don't think you drove that one off. So it was her choice. So she isn't the kind who says it is for good and then come back all of a sudden. With her, gone is gone. So if I were you, I would be just as bad off as you look. Or worse. So if I were you and one like that was gone for good, I'd miss hell out of her and wonder if maybe I'd handled things a little differently some how, I could have kept her around permanently. That's enough about 'so.

The ones that swear off, most of them they go back onto it sooner or later, get pig drunk and locked up." "Something special you've got against drunks, Sheriff?" "Married to one for a long time. Too long. She finally drove into a tree one night.

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives. —ALBERT SCHWEITZER

always making sure I was present when anything was going on. I feared that if I missed any opportunity, the magic would come while I was not there and I would miss it forever.

History is riddled with blood and sin.

Revenge proves its own executioner.

Alas, poor gentleman, He look'd not like the ruins of his youth But like the ruins of those ruins.

We lay on the ground and kissed. Perhaps you smile. That we only lay on the ground and kissed. You young people can lend your bodies now, play with them, give them as we could not. But remember that you have paid a price: that of a world rich in mystery and delicate emotion. It is not only species of animal that die out. But whole species of feeling. And if you are wise you will never pity the past for what it did not know. But pity yourself for what it did.

Her stare fixed me. Without rancour and without regret; without triumph and without evil; as Desdemona once looked back on Venice. On the incomprehension, the baffled rage of Venice. I had taken myself to be in some way the traitor Iago punished, in an unwritten sixth act. Chained in hell. But I was also Venice; the state left behind; the thing journeyed from.

if you knew the mess my life was in … the waste of it … the uselessness of it. I have no moral purpose, no real sense of duty to anything. It seems only a few months ago that I was twenty-one – full of hopes … all disappointed.

Sometimes to return is a vulgarity.

I'm not really sorry. But I'm not absolutely unsorry.

In my opinion a lot of people who may seem happy now would do what I did or similar things if they had the money and the time. I

Era inútil. Ella había matado todo romance entre los dos, y se había convertido en una mujer cualquiera para mi. Como las demás. Ya había dejado de respetarla; ya nada quedaba de respetar en ella.

Yo tomo en mis manos mi Yo de antes y veo claramente que es tonto. Un juguete con el cual me he distraído demasiado tiempo. Esto es un poco triste, o, mejor dicho, muy triste.

For you I'll always be Alison who slept around. That Australian girl who had an abortion. The human boomerang. Throw her away and she'll always come back for another weekend of cheap knock.

Sau dac? cel puÈ›in aÈ™ fi evocat amintirea unui reproÈ™, ar fi fost mai bine decât aceast? înmormântare absolut?, aceast? minciun? neomeneasc?, tic?loas?, stuid?, c? trecutul nostru nu ar fi în acelaÈ™i timp prezentul nostru, c? ceea ce am f?cut sau am simÈ›it atunci a fost într-un fel r?u È™i absurd...imatur.

A sudden ache beset his heart; he had stumbled on just one of those past moments in his life, whose beauty and rapture he had failed to arrest, whose wings had fluttered away into the unknown; he had stumbled on a buried memory, a wild sweet time, swiftly choked and ended.

So this wonderful city Has only dead ashes for me.

Ricky had taught me a few cuss words. I usually practiced them in the woods by the river, then prayed for forgiveness as soon as I was done.

When you have no future, you live in the past.

Look at me, he said, glancing down at his legs. A wretched old man in a red monkey suit. A convicted murderer about to be gassed like an animal. And look at you. A fine young man with a beautiful education and a bright future. Where in the world did I go wrong? What happened to me? I've spent my life hating people, and look what I have to show for it. You, you don't hate anybody. And look where you're headed. We have the same blood. Why am I here?

I was guilty all right. Guilty of stupidity for allowing myself to fall into such a mess.