Quotes About Regret

My old man also said this about Martha Knox: "She's not beautiful, but I think she knows how to sell it." Well, it's true that I wanted to hold her braid. I always had wanted to from first seeing it and mostly I wanted to in that dance, but I didn't reach for it and I didn't set down my beer bottle. Martha Knox wasn't selling anything. We didn't dance again that night or again at all, because

I'm sorry for what I did. Of course you are. I'm sorry for many of the things I've done, too. Everyone is sorry. It's good to be sorry - but don't make a fetish of it. The one good things about being Protestant is that we are not expected to cringe forever in contrition. Yours was a venial sin, Vivian, but not a mortal one. [...] Sins of the flesh will not get you punished in the afterlife. They will only get you punished in this life. As you've now learned.

También sé que no voy a tener hijos sólo para no arrepentirme de no haberlos tenido; no me parece un motivo suficiente para traer más niños a este mundo. Aunque supongo que habrá gente que se reproduzca por eso, como una especie de seguro contra el arrepentimiento futuro.

Then you made an expensive error.

When we are young, Angela, we may fall victim to the misconception that time will heal all wounds and that eventually everything will shake itself out. But as we get older, we learn this sad truth: some things can never be fixed. Some mistakes can never be put right—not by the passage of time, and not by our most fervent wishes, either.

Pasada una cierta edad vamos por este mundo en cuerpos hechos de secretos y de arrepentimiento, de dolor y de viejas heridas abiertas. Nuestros corazones están apenados y maltrechos por todo este sufrimiento y, sin embargo, nos las arreglamos para salir adelante

I don't regret it. It was an adventure. You must learn in life to take things more lightly, my dear. The world is always changing. Learn how to allow for it. Someone makes a promise, and then they break it.

But as we get older, we learn this sad truth; some things can never be fixed. Some mistakes can never be put right - not by the passage of time, and not by our most fervent wishes, either.

The best thing for me to do right now, I thought, would be to never have been born.

If I'd known then what I know now—namely: that so many of those beautiful young boys would soon be lost to the battlefields of Europe or to the infernos of the South Pacific—I would have had sex with even more of them. If it sounds like I'm being facetious, I'm not.

Todos tenemos algo de lo que arrepentirnos y eso es bueno

There was no sound, but she felt a movement, a shifting of the air in her room, the warmth of another presence. Isabel opened her eyes. He was there, at the foot of her bed, a single candle in his hand, dressed only in shirtsleeves, waistcoat, and breeches. "Forgive me," he whispered as he set the candle down. "I could not stay away.

It took a moment to recognize Timothy... her first love. There had been a time when the mere sight of his handsome face had made her catch her breath. It had taken her years to recover from losing Timothy. Now the pain of his loss was muted and somehow apart from her, as if a broken engagement had happened to some other young, naive girl. She looked at him, and all she could think was, Thank Goodness. Thank goodness she's escaped marrying him.

You've used me to punish yourself, haven't you? He watched dawning realization spread over her face, a confirmation more positive than anything she could ever say, and that arrow twisted deep in his chest. Yet still he had to ask the last question. Am I anything to you but a punishment?

Diana," he murmured in her ear, licking. "Diana, you are everything I've ever wanted and shall never have." Tears pricked at her eyes and she opened her mouth to sob. "That's it," he said. "Weep for me. Bear my pain. Take my come. For I can give you nothing else.

You were the one who left for London. You were the one who decided to-to tup another woman. You were the one who turned away from me. From us. Who is the greater sinner? I will no longer—urp!

A man makes many a mistake in his life, some small and inconsequential, some that change the course of everything. The trick is leaving it behind you and going on anyway. Because if you become stuck in the past, in things that can't ever be changed, well then, you're done for.

He turned to see her glaring at him, her blond hair a halo about her head in the carriage's lantern light, and felt his lips quirk. She really was rather extraordinary. A pity he could not make her his wife in reality.

He studied her upturned face for a minute. "Please forgive me. I don't want you to hope. If there were any way—" "I know." She got to her feet. "I even understand." She walked briskly to the door. "I came down to get something for Rebecca. She must be wondering what happened to me.

You'll be haunting my tomorrows evermore.

If my conscience had been a person at that moment, I might have strangled him.

Now it was too late. That could never happen. His future lay before him, one bleak stretch of unpleasant duty, to the end of his days.

I sorrow for your suffering, and I am sorry for my early arrogance, that assumed no one else had also suffered

ed. now. picking at the scab that was starting to heal over. why did guys do that? too little too late?