Quotes About Regret

Miroir de l'Ame Pecheresse, Mirror of a Lost Soul.

I am one of those women with a regrettable tendency to take on the responsibilities of the world. Regrettable, because it leads to meddling in what's really none of my business and endless fretting that wears me out without accomplishing anything. I suppose I like to feel I'm indispensable, which nobody is. It's a form of egotism, a superiority complex, perhaps.

That's the problem with the finite. You can open only one door at a time, and you'll never know what was behind the door you didn't open.

I don't know if I killed my dad or not.

I'm very sorry for the inconvenience." And he shot the concierge once between astonished eyes.

Either do it or don't do it. You'll regret it either way

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh, Lover, you should've come over Cause it's not too late.

The young man had lost his mentor, his home, and his brother, all because of the actions of a single night.

When she lost him, she lost not only her only child but all those decades of sacrifice—she lost her identity and her hope.

Our collective information regarding his death was still limited, which brought forward the sadder fact that, at the end of it all, none of us had actually known Rob as well as we thought we did, as well as we should have, as well as—with just a little more effort—we could have.

Whenever you go with the cheaper option, you end up regretting it

See, that's the problem with putting too much stock in the old days. You remember all the GOOD stuff, but you forget about the time you got spanked by your best friend's mom.

O'Neal bit his tongue and said little. Years later, however, he admitted that the anger was real. "Do I hold a grudge about that? Yeah—I do," he said. "Some fucking dickhead kept me from being the first unanimous MVP. Some asshole who doesn't know shit gives his vote to Iverson and fucks up history. I never forgot that.

Every alcoholic who has stopped drinking can remember the last time he got drunk. For me, it was the night I drank so much Crown Royal my scrotum turned into a purple pouch with a gold-tasseled drawstring.

it's crazy to think he wouldn't call the police. But I despise him. I don't care how irrational it is; if my mind worked normally, I wouldn't have killed eight people for the fun of it.

If you really want to shoot me, go ahead, but shooting your driver is one of the stupidest possible ways anybody could ever die.

God, Owen, what have you done?" asked Toby, stepping onto the lawn. "Why do things always get so screwed up with us?" Owen signed: Scared. "Me too.

My tombstone: Andrew Mayhem. He survived knives, chainsaws, guns, and being buried alive. Then the dumbass drank poison.

because I was a lazy idiot and didn't bother to write down the crazy cool tuning I invented. Lesson learned.

If he'd had something to say, he should have picked up the phone a long time ago.

I mourned the child I had known who was kind and sweet and curious, and yet could not stop killing.

Ela, que levara cinquenta tristes anos de vida a desejar o que não podia ter, não tivera tempo de apreciar as próprias qualidades.

se dijo con tristeza; el muerto era un yo descalzo

Hay días como hoy, en los que recordarme me da pena.