Quotes About Regret

How would it make you feel if God showed you what you could have accomplished in life if you had just believed him a little bit more?

It had been a while since Juliet had shared her bed with anyone. There had been a few, but she thought of them as mistakes rather than lovers

of the debacle over Fox Corner when Sylvie died

Death was the end. Sometimes it took a whole lifetime to understand that. He thought of Sunny, journeying restlessly in search of the thing he had left behind. Promise me you'll make the most of your life, he said to Bertie. I promise, Bertie said, already at twenty-four knowing it was unlikely she would be able to do so.

She no longer recognized herself, she thought. She had taken the wrong path, opened the wrong door, and was unable to find her way back.

Once upon a time Jackson had erased his past, now his past had erased him.

Was I really such a terrible mother?' she asked Bertie. 'Why the past tense?' Bertie said. Sow and reap.

the nonconception of beloved children always a stumbling block to the if-I-could-live-my-life-over-again fantasy).

Amelia imagined her parents clasping each other's bodies in a cold embrace and felt sorry for their poor mother who probably thought she had escaped Victor for ever

Ursula missed the sound of church bells. There were so many simple things she had taken for granted before the war. She wished that she could go back and appreciate them properly.

And together they had committed a hideous act, the kind of thing that binds you to someone forever, whether you like it or not.

The hotel gave him a twin-bedded room, which seemed worse, the unoccupied bed like a reproach somehow.

It's never too late,' I said vaguely. A lie, of course, as often, unfortunately, it is much too late.

I heard someone say once that hindsight was a wonderful thing, that without it there would be no history.

she had never been pregnant, never been a mother or a wife, and it was only when she realized that it was too late, that it could never be, that she understood what it was that she had lost.

Harold?' 'Poor man, I suppose

She had taken the wrong path, opened the wrong door, and was unable to find her way back. Suddenly

She says a wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth.

She felt as if a mist had been lifted from her eyes, enabling her to look upon and comprehend the significance of life, that monster made up of beauty and brutality. But among the conflicting sensations which assailed her, there was neither shame nor remorse. There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

Her husband seemed to her now like a person whom she had married without love as an excuse.

Per lei, il passato non era niente; non offriva nessuna lezione che lei volesse ascoltare. Il futuro era un mistero che lei non aveva mai provato a penetrare. Soltanto il presente aveva significato; era tutto suo, per torturarla, come in quel preciso istante, con la crudele convinzione di aver perso ciò che aveva avuto, e che le fosse stato negato ciò che il suo essere fremente e appena risvegliato anelava.

Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away.

He was weeping. Although 'weeping' really is to small a word for the activity the kind had undertaken. Tears were cascading from his eyes. A small puddle had formed at his feet. I am not exaggerating. The king, it seemed, was intent on crying himself a river.

Farewell is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises nothing.