Quotes About Regret

Over the last couple of years, the photos of me when I was a kid... well, they've started to give me a little pang or something - not unhappiness, exactly, but some kind of quiet, deep regret... I keep wanting to apologize to the little guy: "I'm sorry, I've let you down. I was the person who was supposed to look after you, but I blew it: I made wrong decisions at bad times, and I turned you into me.

I'm very good at the past. It's the present I can't understand.

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.

If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier.

Guilt shall be his shackles, remorse his cell.

I have erred, and so I must atone. I lived when I should have died, and so I must become Immortal." – Oath of the Immortals

Matter signals to its lost voyagers, telling them that their quest is vain, and that their homeland already lies in ashes behind them.

Guilt was one feeling. We had all played some part in bringing Syd to his present state, either through denial, a lack of responsibility, insensitivity or downright selfishness.

Regrettably these tapes still exist.

The older you get, the more you live with ghosts.

What I can say with honesty is that my research in Russia and in Germany has brought me nothing but the worsening of my eyesight and the waste of years of my life. And I did it all for you.

What was it like to be in love – and then to have that love taken away? Was it like losing a TARDIS? Was it like losing a friend?

A day of infamy. It will forever be remembered among my people as our lowest moment. Our darkest time.

He was born for hookers and tequila. And there was a disturbing lack of both in his new bunker of an office here buried underneath a mountain outside Denver. "One

I write how sorry I am for not contacting her sooner, but I was afraid, a coward, and I am trying to be braver now. I try and try and try every day, all day long.

I have a habit of leaving places at the wrong time, just when something big may have happened for me.

She didn't like the princely Boldcloak much. She missed her Cian. Missed the Cian she might have told of misjudging bandits and what eagles saw.

She walked alone in the rain, half mad with trying not to remember the soft warmth of Onnen's motherly breast and the smell of her clothes, trying not to think of the glint of firelight on Begu's escaping hair because then she'd remember it always, one more meory to torment her.

Her mother sighed, then smiled a slow, regretful, entirely human smile that made Hild like her.

I think she knows she's made a terrible, irreversible mistake, but she can't stop because if she did, she'd have to acknowledge the mistake and the fact that people really don't care. They just think she's a freak.

Sometimes I used my fingers, digging down into the rich dirt, feeling it push under my nails. No doubt I'd regret it later, but it was good to feel so much life under my hands.

What he has lost is everything that hasn't happened to him, everything that he is not, but might have been.

I think I would be very sad if I wasn't able to have a baby.

It's strange, but sad. I think I'll always be sad.