Quotes About Regret

When you no longer worry about the future, and no longer have regrets about the past, you exist purely in the moment. If you concentrate on that moment you instinctively know, that as long as you have life you have hope. Enjoy the moment. Breathe easily. Relax.

There is seldom any rational reason for having regreats about past deeds or events. Because the past does not exist in any other way than in your memory. When you recognise this lack of reality, you can be calm.

Why do we only miss what we can't have when we can't have it, but do nothing to keep it when we can?

Missing those all-important life events like weddings and grandchildren, not celebrating the victories and special experiences or being there to offer support and share the tears of painful circumstances that were sure to invade the lives of those I loved. My grandparents and parents were supposed to die before me. Leaving behind all the precious people in my life would be my greatest regret. I was a wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend. I couldn't imagine not being

The fresh, pointed stab of living in the moment that shame can bring. Everything else fades away, no more boredom, no more doubt, no more worrying about the future, the past...just a drenching in self pity and the now. In that moment, everything was about me and my wrongness. It's sort of a baptism, when the floodgates of regret let loose.

How did he die?' 'He shot himself with an Italian pistol he'd bought in Rome just before he married her.

Naivety can be a terrible thing. Jesus wept.

Sorry was maybe the loneliest feeling of all, I understood, because it only brought you back to yourself.

Those early days in Paris were nearly forty years behind him and yet, in the final pages he writes of Hadley, "I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

Do you think we can ever leave the past behind?' he said. 'I don't know. I hope so.

You've done it now, haven't you? It's too late to take anything back and you wouldn't anyway. You need to remember that later, when you see your wife and want to die for hurting her. Remember no one made you do anything. It's never anyone but you who does anything, and for that reason alone you shouldn't be sorry

I'm hoping it gets easier at some point," I told him. "I still feel awful about the things we said. The things we didn't say. Do you think it's possible to make peace with the past?" "Hell. You can try, I guess. But I'm not sure anyone gets forgiven. Not even then.

then, hardly daring to breathe, lowered myself onto him. But it was too late. Before I had even begun to move, he softened inside me. I tried to kiss him, but he wouldn't meet my eyes.

He was never yours, a voice in my head said. But what did that matter? I had lost him just the same.

More and more a bell tolled through me. It woke me up early and sometimes in the still middle of the night, sending a cold chill up over the surface of my skin. What have I done? Can I still mend this? Can I free myself? Most

I never thought I'd get married," I told Boy as he poured for us. Scotch spilled into the squat glasses with reassuring lapping noises. "I should have left well enough alone." "You don't need to explain.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her." What

What had I done or not done? Was it that I'd laughed at him—at us? As I lay there feeling stunned and confused, Jock began to snore lightly. How could he sleep at such a moment? It was our wedding night, and I was alone. I

The faster you drink, the faster you can try to erase whatever needs erasing.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

Chasing your past is a lousy, rotten game, isn't it?

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning," I said. "And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

I wanted him back in a howling way. I needed to make things right, to forgive and be forgiven, which amounted to the same impossible thing.