Quotes About Regret

There was some prettiness in her eyes, but her youth was spent.

When she was there, she had not loved it enough.

That evening, when Noa did not call her, she realized that she had not given him her home number in Yokohama. In the morning, Hansu phoned her. Noa had shot himself a few minutes after she'd left his office.

He could never replace her. And he felt he had done her a great injustice by not having told her this.

Yoseb was not wrong, and she could not take this back.

More than anything, she was afraid of running into him. Yet it would be worse, she thought, never to see him at all.

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Yoseb grew quiet, wanting what he saw in front of him not to be true. "Isak-ah, why did I bring you to this hell? I was so lonesome for you. I was wrong, you know, to bring you

Yoseb was almost unrecognizable from the boy she had loved from girlhood. He had become this cynical, broken man—something she could never have predicted. So it was only at the restaurant that Kyunghee behaved like herself. Here, she teased Kim like a younger brother and giggled with Sunja while they cooked. Now, even this place would be gone.

She would have uprooted herself to have seen the world with him, and now she was seeing it without him.

She longed to see her sons as they were back then: their legs chubby and white, their mushroom haircuts misshapen because they could never sit still at the barber. She wished she could take back the times she had scolded her children just because she was tired. There were so many errors. If life allowed revisions, she would let them stay in their bath a little longer, read them one more story before bed, and fix them another plate of shrimp.

I will miss her dearly, and I hope that she is up in heaven right now watching us and smiling, even though deep down I know that if there is an afterlife, she's a pretty much open-and-shut case for hell.

It's sort of my go-to stock image of my childhood, actually. I think it has something to do with knowing I'll never be able to go back to that time that makes me cry every time I listen to it.

I know a small part of you thinks you could've ended up with Natalie Portman if you had played things a little differently. That's nice. You can have that. That's not hurting anybody.

If I sound bitter, that's because I'm still a little bitter.

I got a text. It was Will, on Air Force One, about to take off back to Washington: I should've kissed you. That's on me.

Once again, a pang of conscience tweaked the skin around my eyes.

A fool bolts pleasure, then complains of moral indigestion.

Sovint, de nit, em desvetlla l'enyor i faig recompte, ingenu i greu, de tantes afinitats perdudes, dels propòsits desats en un calaix per no fer nosa.

It's sad and beautiful how a few hours can come to stand for the many others that never were. One looks back and holds up a handful of hours to prove, "That was what it was, it was so perfect," in spite of what one knows, in spite of all the other days that came before and after.

You know what? Forget what I just said. You're already a part of this. You will eat, you will laugh at stupid things, you will stay up all night just to see what it feels like, you will fall painfully in love, you will have babies of your own, you will doubt and regret and yearn and keep a secret. You will get old and decrepit, and you will die, exhausted from all that living. That is when you get to die. Not now.

This person mourns the fact that she has ruined her one chance to be loved by everyone; as this person climbs into bed, the weight of this tragedy seems to bear down upon this person's chest. And it is a comforting weight, almost human in heft. This person sighs. This person's eyes begin to close, this person sleeps.

We had loved people we really shouldn't have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.