Quotes About Regret

A lifetime of lonely regret or happiness with some pain along the way.

You have a choice. A life of lonely regret or happiness with some pain along the way. You choose.

It's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone: you get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could've a million times, you take for granted the days spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. Anyone can be taken, at any time in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to before.

Such is life. Sometimes we do not even want to know how much pain we cause others, for fear of spoiling our own petty pleasures. And when the time comes to face the consequences, it is too late to be sorry.

that inconsistent of me? No—of course we must regret what we lose, but that does not mean that what we gain is worthless.

John Maynard Keynes (d. 1946) felt similarly wistful, noting, "I should have drunk more champagne.

Hi ha gent que amb un record, en té per tota una vida.

Una gelosia em sortia de dins i m'enterbolia, una gelosia de mi mateix, de tot el que havia mort en mi a cada petita estona de respirar; el que jo havia estat, jo l'estimava.

Solo los muertos no me dan miedo. No piden nada; por eso me dan tanta pena y los quiero tanto, y aún más cuando a veces pienso que soy una muerta viva... que ya habría muerto hace muchas muchas vidas de otra gente... Hay que enterrarlos en lo más profundo de la tierra para que puedan reposar para siempre muy cerca de las raíces. Y convertirse en árboles.

If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.

Two years were all we had, love," she whispered, "and we squandered them.

Oh, Irrylath,Irrylath, we squaundered our two years together.

I have lived this life, and no matter what others may decide about it, I must claim each decision as mine. I have caused harm, failed in the expectations and obligations of love. I have loved well. What I do each day is carried within me until I die.

All this navel-gazing is virtually unreadable now—at least it is to me. I wrote things as they were, and I stayed stuck. It's frustrating to read them for that reason. I want to yell, "Get out of there! Quit that job! Leave that guy! Get a new apartment! Speak up!" It's a bit like watching a horror movie and wishing you could tell the girl not to go into the abandoned house alone at night, but of course she does it anyway.

That was the time for me to have said, "After all these years, is that what you think of me?" But I didn't. The moment passed. It passed as it had passed so many hundreds of times before, so many thousands of times before.

I couldn't help thinking, with the required pinch of rue and regret, how different my life would have been if I had been born homosexual in 1950 instead of...But that's a tiresome game, and I'm too old to play it.

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.

O que perdemos acontece depressa.

Quem congemina vinganças acredita antecipar-se ao futuro. É um logro: o vingador vive apenas num tempo que já foi.O vingador não age apenas em nome de quem já morreu. Ele próprio já morreu. Foi morto pelo passado.

Nunca fale a uma mulher do que ela podia ter sido, quando ela já não pode ser ninguém

I learned a long time ago that there is something worse than missing the goal, and that's not pulling the trigger.

I was not conceived out of love. I was born from a mistake. A reckless decision that my teenage mother and father made. I was such a bad choice that one of them decided to bail.

How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again.

Moth, that wasn't very nice.