Quotes About Regret

On the way back something very strange happened. I didn't realize I was going to say it, but I said out loud, "I wish I was dead"... the love and the beauty and the ecstasy of the whole experience I'd just gone through were really so alien. I didn't even know the man... it had been a one-night jag... he was married and had children... and I just felt lost. It hardly seemed worth living any more because once again I was alone.

Almost as if—as if he regretted that they were civilised. As if he knew that they had to be, but wished it wasn't necessary. Or that there was some other way.

She made no comment, however—possibly on the principle that once the horse had bolted there was not very much to be gained from closing the stable door—merely placed the fresh bundle on top of his bedside cupboard.

Please forgive me for being impertinent and ungrateful. I was badly brought up.

It isn't the great big pleasures that count the most; it's making a great deal out of the little ones--I've discovered the true secret of happiness, Daddy, and that is to live in the now. Not to be for ever regretting the past, or anticipating the future; but to get the most that you can out of this very instant.

Au fond, ce que j'aimais, c'était ce secret, cette douleur. Et la honte. Cette espèce de... dégradation. Comme quand on picole, tu vois? On savoure chaque gorgée et en même temps, on sait qu'on est en train de se détruire, de tomber un peu plus bas à chaque verre.

Karim s'adossa au mur, pris d'un vertige. Puis il scruta sa montre. Il avait bien tué deux heures. Mais ces heures l'avaient tué en retour.

Åžimdi dönüp bakt???mda sanki tüm hayat?m bu ucu ucuna kaç?rd???m ÅŸeylerin bir listesi, sonunu bildiÄŸim ama bir türlü kazanan tarafa oynayamad???m bir yar?? gibi geliyor.

I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.

When I look at my life I realise that the mistakes I have made, the things I really regret, were not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.

Is it because the wild-wood passion still lingers in our hearts, because still in our minds the voice of Syrinx lingers in melancholy music, the music of regret and longing, that for most of us there is so potent a spell in running waters?" Fiona Macleod.

And she'd believed, truly, that Javier wouldn't hurt them. What she wouldn't give to go back to that moment with Sebastián, to say anything else.

Lydia feels annoyed that her niece won't get to see the music box she purchased for her special day. How expensive it was! She realizes, even as this thought occurs to her, how bizarre and awful it is, but she can't stop it from crashing in. She doesn't rebuke herself for thinking it; she does herself the small kindness of forgiving her malfunctioning logic.

It's all a romantic dream now. It's over. I made my choices long ago, and this is where they've led me.

searches her gauzy memories, but it's no use. She can't remember why, and it doesn't matter anyway.

TODA MI FAMILIA ESTÁ MUERTA POR MI CULPA

Lydia tries her best not to consider the many words that will never come out of her mouth now, the sudden monster void of words she will never get to say.

Somebody told me, before we got on the train," he says, "if you fall, if you see your arm or your leg getting sucked under there, you have a split second to decide whether or not to put your head in there too." The young man blinks into the camera. "I made the wrong choice," he says.

How many famous and high-spirited heroes have lived a day too long?

O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.

And then last autumn his heart had stopped working properly. The veterinarian said that they just had to care for him and love him, and Batty had loved him, and loved him, and loved him, but it hadn't been enough. No one in her family had ever said that Hound's dying was her fault, but she knew the truth. She hadn't been able to keep him with her, to stop him from leaving her behind.

Batty had been blown up, drowned, smashed on the rocks, or some combination of the three. And it was all Skye's fault.

Jane breaking Jérôme's heart

Unintended consequences, he thought miserably. He was angry at his anger, the way it surged up and took over.