Quotes About Regret

If you look back on the breakups that you've had, whether it's a long relationship or a one-night stand, it's always awkward.

How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they're gone?

Patti, did art get us?' I looked away, not really wanting to think about it. 'I don't know, Robert. I don't know.' Perhaps it did, but no one could regret that. Only a fool would regret being had by art; or a saint.

He wasn't supposed to die,' he cried out, somewhat desperately, petulantly, like a spoiled child. But I could hear other thoughts racing between us. Neither are you. Neither am I.

How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they're gone? (P.92)

Suddenly he looked up and said, "Patti, did art get us?" I looked away, not really wanting to think about it. "I don't know, Robert. I don't know." Perhaps it did, but no one could regret that. Only a fool would regret being had by art; or a saint.

I awoke with a mild hangover.

We want things we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment, sound, sensation. -- Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don´t go. Don´t grow.

But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.

the world as it was could never be more than a fraction of the world, for the real also consisted of what could have happened but didn't, that one road was no better or worse than any other road, but the torment of being alive in a single body was that at any given moment you had to be on one road only, even though you could have been on another, traveling toward an altogether different place.

You were too young back then to understand how much you would later forget—and too locked in the present to realize that the person you were writing to was in fact your future self. So you put down the journal, and little by little, over the course of the next forty-seven years, almost everything was lost.

It was too small a step, somehow, too puny a thing to settle for after having lost so much. So the courtship continued, and the more Tom came to despise his job, the more stubbornly he defended his own inertia; and the more inert he became, the more he despised himself.

And I am nothing if not a stupid, stupid man.

Time makes us grow old, but it also gives us the day and the night...Lying is a bad thing. It makes you sorry you were ever born. And not to have been born is a curse. You are condemned to live outside time. And when you live outside time, there is no day and night. You don't get a chance to die.

Mentir es una mala cosa. Hace que lamentes haber nacido. Y no haber nacido es una maldición. Estás condenado a vivir fuera del tiempo. Y cuando vives fuera del tiempo no hay día y noche. Ni siquiera tienes la oportunidad de morirte".

Las oportunidades perdidas forman parte de la vida igual que las oportunidades aprovechadas, y una historia no puede detenerse en lo que podría haber sido.

lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.

Desde então, sob o sol radioso, sob a tempestade, ao crepúsculo, sentimos amargamente a sua falta

We promised to stay in touch with each other, but of course we never did, and that was the last time I ever saw her. 'You're

Maybe it's better this way. You have to live in the present, right? The past is past, and no matter how much time I spend with those pictures, I'm never going to get it back.

Dead or not, he must taste my Sarah's ashes.

Spencer wanted to defend his actions but knew that anything he'd say would sound hollow. Goose bumps rose on his skin. He felt as if he were shrinking before Winston, soluble in his own bullshit, his body bubbling and floating toward the sky in tiny pieces like an antacid tablet dissolving into the night. Before disappearing completely, he turned to leave.

I have been thinking about our conversation and about your book, and I am afraid that I expressed myself badly yesterday. When I said that one may love and be loved at any age I ought to have added that sometimes this love comes too late. It comes when one no longer has the right to prove to the loved one how much she is loved, except by love's sacrifice.

People were asked to recall and rank those past decisions that they most regret.