Quotes About Regret

With Rue My Heart Is Laden With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.

Here dead we lie Because we did not choose To live and shame the land From which we sprung. Life, to be sure, Is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, And we were young.

Although, in this place, he had found happiness, he had lived long enough and hard enough to understand that to forget his purpose would mean the end of that happiness. He could not live on here with the thoughts of what he had turned away from.

Futile: it was an epitaph on his past and an adjective for his tomorrow.

Un alma derrotada, torturada por sí misma,que habría podido hacer mucho de haber nacido en una época ó ambiente apropiado.

It must be pleasant to be occasionally guilty of a small abomination.

I go to bed and before falling asleep I talk to Lucas in my head the way I have for many years. What I tell him is just about what I usually do. I tell him that if he's dead he's lucky and I'd very much like to be in his place. I tell him that he got the better deal, that it is I who is pulling the greater weight. I tell him that life is totally useless, that it's nonsense, an aberration, infinite suffering, the invention of a non-God whose evil surpasses understanding.

Every one of us commits a fatal mistake sometime in his life. When we realize it, the damage is already done

I would forgive my mom, but she's going to have to admit she did some things that were wrong.

Though the gates that stand between the mortal world and the immortal Realm of Chaos are now closed to me, still I would rather die having glimpsed eternity than never to have stirred the cold furrow of mortal life. I embrace death without regret as I embraced life without fear

He did not answer, nor did he watch as I left. He was seeing Sigismund again, dwelling on replies he could never speak to a brother he had once admired and who had died despising him.

To us] The only thing worse than trying to kill yourself and failing is having to talk to your mom after trying to kill yourself and failing-- particularly when she knows deep down somewhere it's at least partially her fault, but her mouth and brain have never actually formed the phrase "I'm sorry" in her entire life, so here you are, with nothing but a berry smoothie between you, and... and...

They never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity

O my people! Ye have indeed wronged yourselves by your worship of the calf: so turn (in repentance) to your Maker, and slay yourselves (the wrongdoers); that will be better for you in the sight of your Maker.

memory of her grief

I could not help it. I began to sob. For the father I had never known, and for his desperate escapade which had filled everyone else with pain. But mainly I sobbed for myself, for the shambles I had made of my life, for what I had already lost and for what I feared I was still to lose.

Qué es la felicidad? Nada. Una palabra para designar algo que siempre ocurre en el pasado, y, como siempre ocurre en el pasado, resulta que nunca ocurrió.

The past is in the wastebasket.

Yesterday misspent can't be recall'd Vanity makes beauty contemptible Wisdom is more valuable than riches.

Impending death had a way of unexpectedly unearthing the past so that it came together with the present in an unholy coupling.

Life, too, is like that. You live it forward, but understand it backward. It is only when you stop and look to the rear that you see the corpse under your wheel.

Yesterday misspent can't be recall'd

I knew what I'd say to him: You're much too late. We went ahead with our lives without you.

I'm so sorry,' Stone said. I don't know whether he was speaking to me, or Ghosh, or the universe. It wasn't enough, but it was about time.