Quotes About Regret

If Buffalo Singer ever came to her in a dream again, she would make sure he regretted it.

Poor boy, he'd been dead more than three years.

But despair was not a synonym for sorrow or regret. Despair was the loss of hope.

Bonarata was charming, but I couldn't forget or forgive him for

A beast feels no remorse for the past nor hope for the future.

Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny.

When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone—'I didn't mean to startle her.

I almost got married once," said Aunt Harriet wistfully. "Me, too," said Aunt Mattie. "Not me," said Aunt Lou. " I got a dog.

There is always something to miss, no matter where you are.

I spent the months with Houston regretting leaving you. When I heard you were no longer with my grandfather, I thought I had lost you. I don't ever wish to live through that time again." Perhaps

I worry sometimes that we're apt to confuse forgiveness with forgetfulness. The potency of forgiveness comes precisely from the fact that it must be done while being goaded by an unhappy memory.

Might-have-beens are insidious, aren't they, in the way they don't ever quite lie still or go away.

The feeling of the morning after the night before is not a sensation endured by the dissolute only: every morning, for every human being, is in some sort a morning after the night before...

continuing. "You're not going to believe this, but it was me. I'm the officer that stopped him that night. I remember shining my flashlight on those garbage bags. I just can't believe

He felt that what he had done could never be forgiven and he was destined to go to hell, so it didn't matter if he killed more people.

I loved having these guys with me and making love to them. Their warm bodies were under my complete control, but after killing them, I felt empty, and the task of disposing their bodies was no easy job. When it was done, I felt empty and alone.

Procrastination is opportunity's assassin.

Procrastination is opportunity's assassin." - Victor Kiam

Et il partira. Il sortira de sa vie comme l'on sort d'une pièce en s'excusant de s'être trompé de porte.

Tu as encore quelque chose à me dire ? lui demande-t-elle d'une voix neutre. Non, reconnaît-il, avec l'impression d'entendre ce petit déclic qui signale que le présent vient de se changer en passé.

Alice: Did you phone her, beg her to come back - when you went for lovely walks? Dan: Yes. Alice: You're a piece of shit.

I wanted to stop talking about the whole thing. I wanted to talk about the hide and the old days and hacking at the ice and whose turn it was to toss the marble and all that, that was what I wanted to talk about. They were the best days, you could see through them days, as clear as polished glass. But Joe didn't want to.

Bye Bye , Father,' I said as the confessional door clicked shut behind me, 'Ah's' eyes following me, wondering, I suppose, what He'd been drinking the day he went and made a twilight zone of a disaster like me.

You were right to tell me that in life it is not the future which counts, but the past.