Quotes About Regret

When I look back at those pictures of my mother performing - and listen to her recordings - it makes me sad to think that all of that joy she found in her work came to an end. I wish she hadn't had to make that sacrifice, even if it was for the benefit of my father and siblings and me.

Regret is useless in life. It's in the past. All we have is now.

Never think about the past, that shit will fuck you up and you cant fuck it back

Because every man who fight monster become a monster too, and there be at least one woman in Kingston who think me is the killer of all things name hope. People think me lose it because it bother me that me kill the school boy by mistake, but don't realize that me losing it because it supposed to bother me but don't.

You never know when people's dreams are connected to you before you're gone and then there's nothing to do, but watch them die in a different way, slow, limb by limb, system by system.

Jah know, sometimes I don't learn till too late, and to know something too late? Well is better you never know as my mother used to say. Worse, you all present tense and have to deal with sudden past tense all around you. It's like realizing somebody rob you a year late. So

Then I wondered if everybody has that person that haunts them, the one that got away.

Being a fool is a curse too

Sunt vizavi, aÈ™tept în staÈ›ia de autobuz, dar pân? acum am l?sat s? treac? dou?. Apoi al treilea. El n-a ieÈ™it pe uÈ™a din fa??. Nici m?car o dat?, ca eu s? pot traversa strada într-o clip? È™i s? strig: îÈ›i mai aminteÈ™ti de mine? Nu ne-am v?zut de mult. Am nevoie de ajutorul t?u.

Know something too late? Well, is better you never know, as my mother used to say. Worse, you all present tense and have to deal with sudden past tense all around you. It's like realizing somebody rob you a year late.

Wine often makes people say things, do things without the distraction of a conscience.

God deliver me from the sin o' fornication," Spence gasped, clutching at the sheets of blood that poured from the deep gash in his head. "Have the bastards killed me?

Bastard," she cried softly. " Bastard! Why did you ever touch me? I w-was fine until you touched me." "And I was fine until you touched me," he countered in a whisper.

That's what this is about. It's somebody I lost, all right, it's my own self. Who I never was. Or who I tried to be and never got there. Somebody I waited for who never came. And never will.

How can I get up everyday knowing you had to kill yourself to make it stop hurting and I was here all the time and I never even saw it. And then you gave me this chance to make it better, convince you to stay alive and I couldn't do it. How can I live with myself after this, Jessie?

He felt sorry for me. He wanted a plain country woman and that's what he married, and then he held it against me the rest of my life like I was supposed to change and surprise him somehow.

When I behaved in the way which I now regret, what need of mine was I trying to meet?

Marshall, I wish you had taught me two years ago what you taught me this morning. I wouldn't have had to kill my best friend.

An important aspect of self-compassion is to be able to empathically hold both parts of ourselves—the self that regrets a past action and the self that took the action in the first place. The process of mourning and self-forgiveness frees us in the direction of learning and growing. In connecting moment by moment to our needs, we increase our creative capacity to act in harmony with them.

When we regret our own decisions—and do nothing about it—we are no better than a whining employee complaining about his superiors. We are yelling at an empty boat, except it's our boat.

we feel regret's sharp sting when we reflect on the opportunities squandered, the choices deferred, the efforts not made

Regret is the emotion we experience when we assess our present circumstances and reconsider how we got here. We replay what we actually did against what we should have done—and find ourselves wanting in some way. Regret can hurt.

Lamenting the past is a waste of time. I learned my lesson. Let's move on." That's one way of looking at regret—if only as a form of self-protection from the pain of knowing we missed out. We're comforted by the fact that no one is immune to regret (we're not alone) and that time heals all wounds (the only thing worse than experiencing pain is not knowing if and when the pain will go away).

The pain that comes with regret should be mandatory, not something to be shooed away like an annoying pet. When we make bad choices and fail ourselves or hurt the people we love, we should feel pain. That pain can be motivating and in the best sense, triggering—a reminder that maybe we messed up but we can do better. It's one of the most powerful feelings guiding us to change.