Quotes About Regret

Seriously. All those times I said I hated you? I didn't. I realise that now. That hate was nothing. It was a microscopic semen stain on the hotel mattress of life. But this hate I feel now is so much more. It's bukkake-level compared to what came before.

It's a grace to regret. Grace allows you to face your sin, to own it and not shift the blame. But it is also grace that forgives what has been exposed. Grace forces you to feel the pain of your regrets, but never asks you to pay for them, because the price has already been paid by Jesus.

It is grace to not be paralyzed by regret. The cross teaches that you are not stuck, not cursed to pay forever for your past.

The grief of midlife is not simply that we all collect things to regret, that we all fear getting old, or that we all mourn the demise of our dreams. We mourn the fact that midlife exposes our idols' fundamental inability to deliver.

future happiness cannot compensate for current misery; lost happiness is lost forever. Powered

The failure to remember is not a lie, although liars will often try to excuse their lies, once discovered, by claiming a memory failure. It is not uncommon to forget actions that one regrets, but if the forgetting truly has occurred, we should not consider that a lie. for there was no choice involved. Often it will not be possible to determine whether a memory failure has occurred or whether its invocation is itself a lie.

I am almost dizzied by a sudden knowledge, as cold as snow down my spine; that I, too, will grow up one day like everyone else, and look back and miss the years gone by, and the things I could have done, should have done. And growing up is suddenly not something to be impatient for, not all jam and buns and doing as one pleases. It is precisely the opposite.

Sometimes I think Pa hates it because the things I remember are nt for me to be forgiven, but for him. And he can't forget or forgive himeself. That's why he never sleeps, and why he drinks so much. He told me once that there are no memories at the bottom of a glass.

The sun had awakened with a grudge against the world and no one was sorry to see it go.

In his moments of pride he had said all those things, half in fun and half in earnest, and he began to wonder how he could have been so many kinds of a fool for so long without realising it.

This is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief, Sorrow without relief. Pay it I will to the end — Until the grave, my friend, Gives me a true release — Gives me the clasp of peace. Slight was the thing I bought, Small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best — God! but the interest!

In my playing days, like a lot of jocks, I hung out at places like the Booby Trap and Cheetah and other strip joints. Booze and breasts and wasted nights. Maybe getting older and presumably wiser ain't such a bad deal.

Some of the agonies that burn in the heart forever begin as brief as snapshots.

Two ghosts, briefly rescued from oblivion; a small act of reclamation, a chance to make amends. -Paul Murray, SKIPPY DIES

I picture my epitaph: 'Here lies Paul Newman, who died a failure because his eyes turned brown.

Chris is a little ashamed of having once fallen for him: it makes him sad how everything changes, how ruthless the heart can be.

She simply could not imagine lives ending so soon. Oh, you poor young men, she thought wildly.

The past is a ghost that haunts us. Ghosts must be banished.

Travel is only glamorous in retrospect.

If the soul does not repent, and wipe out its sins by sorrow, the demons almost immediately return and continue to possess it." St. Alphonsus

O thoughtful waste of my days! What an artist I have destroyed!

What have you done, you thereWeeping without cease,Tell me, yes you, what have you doneWith all your youth?

Ton cÅ"ur bat-il toujours à mon seul nom ? - Toujours vois-tu mon âme en rêve ? - Non.

It is the return of a dog to his vomit.