Quotes About Regret

Hagas lo que hagas te arrepentiras.

He also told me he'd just written the epitaph for his tomb: LO PEOR YA PASO. PEOR HUMILLACION QUE LA DE EXISTIR NO HAY. THE WORST IS BEHIND. THERE IS NO HUMILIATION WORSE THAN EXISTENCE

He was forty-two, after all. This was just the age when men went off the rails, drank and bought motorbikes and had affairs, trying to be young again. But he didn't want a motorbike and he didn't want an affair. He didn't want to be young again. All that awkwardness and pain, that sense of being in the wrong life.

To mourn someone who is still alive brings a particular, complicated pain. And often it brings guilt; to mourn someone who has not yet died is to consign them to a kind of death.

There are days when the younger self accuses you. Is this who you wanted to be? Is this the life you wanted to live? What had happened to the books she had dreamt of writing, the journeys she had planned to take, the person she had thought to become? What had happened to that quiet, stubborn, fierce girl who promised herself freedom and adventure and who thought she could do anything?

He turned away, unable to watch as Fournier lowered the colours

Her only shame was that she felt none.

Ghosts flutter about my head and I am oppressed in spirit. My son, has it all been wasted..?

Many people's tombstones should read, "Died at 30. Buried at 60."

I've been burdened by questions I've asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it.

The dumbest thing I ever did was not having children. Absolute dumbest thing. Even worse than selling my bassoon. I see the error now. My sister's kids are turning out great. They were shockingly spoiled when they were little, but now their true personalities have taken over and they're just nice calm tall young people with personalities. One is at Kenyon College studying something with lasers and the other is an intern at a dollhouse museum.

Anyway, she sings like a mad tropical bird, and it's just a fondue of molten wanting and grieving and the sadness of the large naked swinging breasts and soft olive skin and everything that you wish you could remember and feel and know.

Oh, I try not to regret things too much,' Mum said. 'Unless you're God and you know everything, including the past and the future, most of life is pretty much a question of closing your eyes and stabbing at a map. You have to try not to give yourself a hard time when things turn out to be not as good as you'd hoped.

I guess you always regret the choices you didn't make, because you imagine that they would have been better choices, that's the thing. But in the end, you just have to choose something and get on with it. Because if you hedge your bets forever, well, you end up with nothing, don't you?

But I never did manage to tell you because I could never quite put the words together to express something so complex and sordid and exciting and stupid,. I still wonder how that conversation might have gone.

Maybe she has wasted her life dreaming about something that was never entirely real.

From our few days together, I have only one regret. Why did I not love you harder, stronger? If I could have you Love, now, I'd hold you so closely that our particles would absorb into one another. - Isabella de Reims

Because what is fate, but that moment when you're playing the computer on the hardest difficulty setting, you've run out of life force and you make that one mistake. It's those excruciating moments that pass by like an eternity before that final hit comes. You know you've fucked up, and there's no way of going back. You can press pause as much as you like, but it won't stop what's going to happen.

whatever happened to the nice old guy with the purple bandana?

I am damned,' thinks Bunny Munro in a sudden moment of self-awareness reserved for those who are soon to die.

Listen, ah don't wanna speak ill of the dead but have ah told you that mah mother was a great whopping whale of a cunt? Well she was precisely that - a great whopping whale of a hog's cunt with a dirty maggot for a brain.

I am the thief of her last moments.

I know cigarettes can kill & wonder why she wants to die.

Those days are gone, and good fucking riddance to them; unhappiness really meant something back then. Now it's just a drag, like a cold or having no money. If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier.