Quotes About Regret

You left me." Not realizing until I've said my final good-bye and closed the door behind me, that he's not referring to the past. He's prophesying our future.

Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.

No podía soportar el perderte de nuevo, – Él murmura, arrodillándose junto a mí. –No esta vez. No otra vez. –

I have no idea what Paloma looks like-what she'll be like. I have no idea what to expect. I should've asked more questions. I should've used the last ten hours to grill Chay until he broke-until he confided every dark and dirty secret Paloma is hiding. Instead,I chose to eat.And read.And dream about some phantom boy with smooth brown skin,icy-blue eyes, and long glossy black hair-a boy I've never even met in real life. Lot of good it did me.

Non, je ne regrette rien. Because you just can't regret the things you learn from.

Once something is done it can't be undone. There's no rewind. No going back.

Ik lachte, en dat deed pijn, omdat ik op dat moment al wist dat ik het heel anders zou doen als ik mijn leven maar dertig seconden terug kon draaien. Maar je kunt je leven niet terugdraaien. Dingen die gebeurd zijn, kun je niet ongedaan maken.

It's not enough to be dead. He also has to haunt us.

Oh, I'm sure an apology will help," Riley said, rolling her eyes. "Hey, we're sorry we stole the past eleven thousand years of your life, here's a gold watch. Have a nice day.

I've trusted human women before. Twice. The first died, and the second paid a terrible price and despises me. Never, ever again.

Translation: I'm an idiot.

Look around you and look at yourself: the world is swarming with assassins, that is, people who allow themselves to forget those they claimed to love. To forget someone: have you really thought about what that means? Forgetfulness is a gigantic ocean where only one ship sails, the ship of memory. For most human beings, that ship is no more than a miserable tub which takes on water at the slightest opportunity.

Aquella noche descubrí algo terrible: uno puede echar su vida por la borda por culpa de una sola palabra.

De qué serviría dedicarle reproches a una persona incapaz de analizarlos, y más aún con tantos años de retraso?

Le monde grouille d'assassins, c'est-à-dire de personnes qui se permettent d'oublier ceux qu'ils ont prétendu aimer. Oublier quelqu'un : avez-vous songé à ce que cela signifiait ?

L'époque où nous vivons regorge de ces idiots intelligents dont la société fait regretter les braves imbéciles du temps jadis.

And yet, I have not wronged you, have I? Indeed if there is anyone I may have sinned against, it is me. That desiring you as I do, needing you as I do, I still let you go.

I long for what I do lost For that which can never be. I cloak the horror of what I am and pray you never see.

I knew the day I left Newport that if I came back, I'd failed. The fear of losing the game, of having to go home and tell my family, 'I tried but it didn't work out,' has haunted me. It is still there, and it is a strength and a weakness.

But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.

If I died tomorrow, I would regret growing so wealthy and still running the business when there are so many more people I could have helped.

An emotion that lives with me is a sense of 'what might have been' had injuries not robbed me of my most lethal weapon - speed.

If I dress up, I try to wear something that's still a bit me, but then I regret it when I see that everyone else has dressed up more and looks amazing.

The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can't get it back; it's bald in the back of the head and never turns around.