Quotes About Regret

There was another life that i might have had, but i am having this one...

I'm proud of you. A good son. I hope I've been a good father to you. I suppose I haven't.' 'I'm afraid we're extremely busy now, but we can talk again in the morning.

What is the point in worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one's life took?

Me deleitaría si pudiese, honorable Axl, porque será una venganza justa. Pero me debilitan los años pasados entre vosotros, y por mucho que lo intente, una parte de mí da la espalda a las llamas del odio

He chose a certain path in life, it proved to be a misguided one, but there, he chose it, he can say that at least. As for myself, I cannot even claim that. You see, I trusted! All those years, I trusted I was doing something worthwhile. I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really -one has to ask- what dignity is there in that?

Cómo los amigos del alma de hoy son mañana personas extrañas perdidas, dispersas por Europa, que tocan el tema de El padrino o «Las hojas muertas» en plazas y cafés que no visitaremos nunca.

Why would anyone want to turn back time? There is no meaning in regret, no point in thinking about thing I could have done. Because there is no guarantee that any decision is the right one.

Regret is just a waste of time for fools.

Abusive?" Jackson screwed up his face. "I ain't never abused a woman a day in my life." "Pòp, you just socked Desiree in the face a few weeks ago." "Aww shit. I forgot all about that. She was talking shit about your mother. What did you expect?

I screwed up. Again. You're shocked, I'm sure.

Perfect night, wasn't it? It could have been. I smiled up at him. But you were there.

I put you through hell and then I only made it worse, all the mistakes I made trying to get you back.' 'I've forgiven you.' 'Forgive, yes. Understand, yes. Forget, no.

there are risks you'll take for yourself because you know that if your plan goes wrong, it'll be too late for regrets. but if you risk the lives of others and fail, you'll have a lifetime to regret it.

Remember when we met? Before you left, you said you were going to make a fool of yourself over me. That's still what you're worried about. That you'll find yourself doing things you never dreamed of doing, things you laughed at in others, and you'll make a fool of yourself.

It's so easy to screw up. To make a choice that seems right. Then time passes and you look back and you say, 'How the hell did I do that?' Attitudes change. Insights change. Eventually things you were so damned sure were right become...incomprehensible.

I understood that now. I wished I could have understood it then. I wished I could have said something in that last moment, before he let go. He'd told me it was okay. His last words to me. Why couldn't they have been my last words to him?

We lay there a moment, entwined around each other, panting. Then I lifted my head to look at the room. Two broken lamps. One ripped pillowcase. One damaged headboard. Not bad ... Oh, shit. Was that a picture frame? Two picture frames. How the hell did we ...? I sighed. We'll snag the bill before Jeremy sees it, Clay said. I sighed louder. Bigger room, darling. Like I said, we need a bigger room.

I loved Ricky. Still did. Always would. Yet as with James, there would always be that sense that we didn't quite fit, that something was missing, that I could be happier…

When I could finally speak, I twisted to face Daniel and said, "It's my fault Rafe's dead." "No, it isn't," he said fiercely. "I'm the one who knocked out the pilot.

So, I guess you'll be moving on, then? she said. Got thing to do? Places to be? Daniel winced. Corey lifted his brows. Rafe only sputtered a laugh. Well, at least you didn't say you're sorry to see me alive.

No one on their deathbed ever wished they spent more time in the office.

I was feeling skittish and unsettled and spooked by everything that was happening in my life. There was only one person who made me feel like my feet were firmly on the ground. And I'd let him walk away.

I screwed up," I said. "I'm sorry." "You got the truck," Corey said. "Seems like it worked to me." "Yes, please make her stop," Sam called from the truck. "She's been apologizing since we got away and it's really getting on my nerves.

Is that an apology?" "It's a Gabriel-apology. Which means that I'm acknowledging having done something that upset you and regretting that outcome, while not completely agreeing that I did something wrong or that I won't do it again.