Quotes About Regret

No wonder Mama went away in her head when Clover passed on. And then Papa. I am going to visit my Mama tomorrow and tell her I am sorry for everything I ever did that caused her sorrow or worry, and for ever wishing, during those days, that she would come back. She probably wanted to stay there. It's a wonder she came back at all. If I knew how to make myself go away in my head, I declare I would.

I asked Mama was it a sin to do what I done, and she said no, it was the same as David slaying Goliath, it was only to save Ulyssa and the others, not because of meanness that I did it. I would do it again, too. I am not sorry, but this has hurt my heart and spirit more than all the other trials, for being forsaken is worse than being killed.

Sí que has hecho algo, idiota. Me has traído un regalo, y yo soy tan tonta y tan sentimental que me dan ganas de llorar. Y además me molesta no tener dinero para comprarte algo yo a ti. Ojalá pudiera.

Me voy a ir, Liza. No… no quiero hacerte daño. No creo que tú quieras esto, así que el daño ya te lo he hecho, y… Oh, Dios, Liza, no quiero… Me… me gustas un montón. Ya te lo dije, me haces sentir que soy real, más de lo que jamás pensé, más viva que… Eres… eres mejor que cien Californias, pero no solo eso, es que…

there we were sitting moodily on a cold bench saying "I'm sorry" to each other for things we couldn't help.

But the horror... The horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.

neither of them has yet learned to accept hard necessity without making it worse by regret. That's a vital lesson, Miri. Regret is not productive. Nor is guilt, nor grief.

But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,' I said. 'He was the great love of her life, you know.' Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly. 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.

He was the great love of her life you know.' 'Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly, 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.

But his letters . . . I took them with me, let the "ounces" cry aloud. I tried to leave, and could not. They would not be left; it was not my fault. I will not be scolded.

Allowing others to decide for us does not guarantee a better decision but almost always guarantees a fuller regret, and regret is a poison I wish on no one.

I have absolutely no regret about my vote against this war. The same questions remain. The cost in human lives, the cost to our budget, probably 100 billion. We could have probably brought down that statue for a lot less.

He'd been inside of a storm, all right. He'd been swept up in a tornado of sex and memory, naked regret and short-lived ecstasy. Now he felt tossed out of it onto the hard, prickly ground. He felt bruised and used.

I want that child around for the rest of its life to remind Tom what a fool he is.

Life is short. If you have something to say, either spit it out or forget about it.

Memories flooded back for me as I mourned increasing losses.

Ann said, "My father died when he was seventy-seven, still unable to forgive his mother.

Stop it,' he whispered. Hid lidded eyes winced. His hands faltered up to cover his face. Dusty did not stop. 'If I'd known you-if I'd known you when you were alive, I think I would have loved you, too.' Dusty, please stop.' He could barely speak. I think I do love you.' Her voice had dropped to a whisper, because it was a truth like a silver sword. 'I think I do. I cry, too.

When Evan Chance read the bucket list he'd penned when he was twelve years old, he caught a glimpse of the man he'd wanted to be when he grew up. Now, at nearly thirty-five, he knew he was not that man.

But I know that I am not who I was supposed to be, who I could have been, and I know it's because I was too afraid for too long. It made me think about things I never should have.

Si no consigo huir de mi oscuro pasado, no tendré futuro".

Sometimes I think that God is punishing me. For what we did together. Sometimes I think that my life is a punishment for wanting. And the wanting is a punishment, too.

But it's more complicated than you think, how you feel about a person. Sometimes I think that if she'd asked me, even once, to stay, I would have stayed forever. The Rabbis teach that we each hold worlds within us. Maybe both these things are true. But she never asked. And so I had to leave.

Yes. I'm married. But that is a thing between me and Dovid, do you see? And whatever harm you might do to it has been done already. There is nothing more. And whatever pain I may give him, I have caused already. I know that. And whatever God may think of me, He thinks already.