Quotes About Regret

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence.

The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.

There are people who are very resourceful, at being remorseful, And who apparently feel that the best way to make friends is to do something terrible and then make amends.

There are moments in your life when you feel the weight of your stupidity as an unbearable thing. You hardly believe that the thoughts you've had and the beliefs you've held are actually your own, yet they have been, and you know, with the full certainty of religious conviction, that you are flawed in a deep and terrible way.

Anger can prompt one to utter various words, but it can also make one fail to remember them afterward.

His only regret is that the little camera can't take a picture of itself.

I felt as if the words I had spoken that day had soiled my tongue and mouth.

The only art her guilt to cover,To hide her shame from every eye,To give repentance to her lover,And wring his bosom, is—to die.

Thus, my children, after men have travelled through a few stages in vice, shame forsakes them, and returns back to wait upon the few virtues they have still remaining.

The pain which conscience gives the man who has already done wrong is soon got over. Conscience is a coward; and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

Premature consolation is but the remembrancer of sorrow.

In the end we only regret the chances we didn't take.

But always there was that dark thought -- Vietnam

Apology is only egotism wrong side out.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!

Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.

Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them!

Si hubiera sospechado lo que se oye después de muerto, no me suicido.

Non rimpiangete mai una foto che non avete potuto fare: la vita scorre di continuo.

Four things come not back: the spoken word, the spent arrow, the past, the neglected opportunity.

Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.

The Moving Finger writes and, having writ, Moves on nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

Why haven't I Thought of this before? This body, Remembering yours, Is the keepsake you left.

Did you come to me because I dropped off to sleep, tormented by love? If I had known I dreamed, I would not have awakened.