Quotes About Regret

which I remember from my human past and from longing.

I want to know why my loves had to die.

Everything we have done we can come to despise

I won't read this after I've written it, any kind of past life pains me now

I cried in the kitchen, his death was stupid at such a young age.

where we once sat lamenting.

The dead people want to know why everything turned out this way.

and the whole apparition only ever known backwards already too late now almost gone

somebody lost out late again

Regret empties anticipation, flattens dreams, and suffocates hope, because regret is a form of self-punishment. Whereas hindsight helps us learn from the past, regret beats us up with the past. So for one entire day (or go for forty), I invite you to fast regret. Do not feed it. Do not give it space. Let it go: God's mercies are "new every morning

Regret empties anticipation, flattens dreams, and suffocates hope, because regret is a form of self-punishment. Whereas hindsight helps us learn from the past, regret beats us up with the past. So for one entire day (or go for forty), I invite you to fast regret. Do not feed it. Do not give it space. Let it go: God's mercies are "new every morning" (Lamentations 3:23). And meditate on Jesus' glorious promise from Revelation 21:5: "I am making everything new!

I ultimately bought two of the five items—the high-top sneakers and the leather jacket—and for days after the purchase, I was in turmoil. Not just because I'd still spent over a thousand dollars, an insane amount, in my view. But also because I should've gotten that belt.

When you don't speak the truth for years at a time, the words left unspoken slowly leak the air out of your connection. Even if, years later, you are ready to say what you couldn't earlier, the moment has passed. The details and circumstances have faded from memory, and yet the emotions linger. And then the day finally comes when you no longer recognize the person you first loved.

Daughter, I'm not crying now because I'm fed up or regret that the Lord created me a woman. No, it's not that. It's just that I'm sad about my life and my youth that have come and gone without my knowing how to live them really and truly as a woman. knowing how to live them really and truly as a woman.

Consider that this day ne'er dawns again.

De waarheid is dat William Macfarlane vond dat hij schuldig was aan Alice' dood, ook al kon hij er nog zo weinig aan doen. - Leo

Onwillekeurig moest Claire aan William Macfarlane denken, zijn gezicht, zijn stem en zijn aanraking. Wat zou zij doen om hem terug te krijgen? vroeg ze zich af. 'Alles,' antwoordde haar Alice-zelf. 'Alles...

Leo! Houd hem tegen! ... Leo. O, Leo, wat heb ik gedaan? - Alice

Alice Ramsay. Ik weet nu weer wat er is gebeurd, in elk geval een beetje. Op een of andere manier... was haar dood mijn schuld - ik heb haar dat aangedaan.' Hij liet zijn tranen nu de vrije loop. 'Dat is het enige wat ik weet. Van de rest kan ik me niet veel herinneren. Het is mijn schuld dat dit allemaal is gebeurd.' - Nick

It's said, after all, that people reach middle age the day they realize they're never going to read Remembrance of Things Past.

Elednor,' he said, 'Elednor, why have you betrayed me? Come back to me. Come back to were you belong. I alone need you...

Drunk with beauty, I tore down Armfuls of blossoms. How desolate the marred sky!

Nothing is ever truly gone... Not for me, nor for any human being. We can only go forward, unless we are guests in some enchantment that is not is ours. We are condemned to an endless present, and we can never go back-the source of all our joy, and all our sorrow." -Hem at Zelika's grave

Pericles, he reflected, was a sad case. He'd been a postman all his life, a solid, reliable worker, until one Christmas when he had stolen all the gifts he was meant to deliver: wind-chimes, scented candles, Belgian chocolates, cowbells from the Bernese Oberland. Most of the haul had been lavished on his elderly mother; the rest he had stashed in his bedroom, which the old lady, being too frail to climb the stairs, no longer cleaned.