Quotes About Regret

Uno de nuestros pecados cardinales son las cosas que casi hacemos, las palabras que casi decimos, el amor que casi damos. ¿Por qué esperamos hasta que es demasiado tarde?

There goes your f#*king canoe!

I wish that one of us had been endowed with some mystical gift of prescience that would have warned us off this train wreck. But you make your decision with the best information you have at the time.

Tomorrow is nothing, today is too late the good lived yesterday.

I looked Mikey right in the eye, and I said, "We gotta let 'em go." It was the stupidest, most southern-fried, lamebrained decision I ever made in my life. I must have been out of my mind. I had actually cast a vote which I knew could sign our death warrant. I'd turned into a fucking liberal, a half-assed, no-logic nitwit, all heart, no brain, and the judgment of a jackrabbit.

down too much beef jerky. What he'd really been

To learn the true value of something, all you had to do was lose it.

But there was no pressing CTRL+Z on a day, no loading a previous copy.

baggage. You can get a fresh start." "Yeah. Until the brother of someone I killed sets my house on fire. No, if I have to spend my whole life watching my back, I'll do it somewhere prettier than Wyoming." He glanced at the clock, then closed his eyes. "I'm gonna crash for a few." A long minute passed

Cooper, I'm sorry. Looks like one

The past is a closed door.

Longed for him. Got him. Shit.

We must know who we are, so we can know what we want, so we don't end up wanting the wrong thing and get it and realize we don't want it, because by then it is too late.

She has often suspected that her last words to herself and in this world will prove to be 'You bloody old fool' or, perhaps, depending on the mood of the day or the time of the night, 'you fucking idiot'.

I loved him so, even his past was precious to me. I found myself kissing each mark, thinking, I would have had it never happen, I would wish it away, taking him further and further back to a time when he had known no disappointments, no battles, no wounds, as I erased each one. To make him again like Caesarion. Yet if we take the past away from those we love - even to protect them - do we not steal their very selves?

Oh, he was just angry, we tell ourselves when someone blurts out something he later apologizes for. But a word, once spoken, lingers forever; to keep peace we pretend to forget, but we never do. Strange that a spoken word can have such lasting power when words carved on stone monuments vanish in spite of all our efforts to preserve them. What we would lose persists, lodged in our minds, and what we would keep is lost to water, moths, moss.

I was ever the realist, sometimes to my sorrow. But seldom to my regret.

It was always too late to retract, to try and retrieve what one had done.

Come gli manca uno sguardo così. Se non lo conosci vivacchi e non ti manca. Ma se una stronza ti ha posato addosso quelle ali lì, ti ha fatto sentire l'eroe di una sceneggiatura temeraria, rimani tutta la vita un mendicante che va in giro a cercare quelle palpebre che si aprono solo per guardarti e si chiudono per imprigionarti.

È inutile indagare le occasioni mancate. Non sai mai se ti sei salvato dalla morte, o ti sei perso la vera vita.

Te iubesc, Guido. Te iubesc, întotdeauna dup? o muie. Era una din sentin?ele lui Knut.

Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.

And apologies, once postponed, become harder and harder to make, and finally impossible.

I said, I like my life. If I have to give it back, if they take it from me, let me not feel I wasted any, let me not feel I forgot to love anyone I meant to love, that I forgot to give what I held in my hands, that I forgot to do some little piece of the work that wanted to come through.