Quotes About Regret

We were disgraced and we felt disgraced.

if you don't worry ahead of time, you'll regret it later.

The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche explored the burden of the unlived that is not reclaimed: Zarathustra goes to the grave with the unfulfilled dreams of his youth. He speaks to them as if they were ghosts who have betrayed him bitterly. They struck up a dance and then spoiled the music. Did the past make his path so weighty? Did his unlived life impede him and consign him to a life that seems not to pass?

What if you could be young again and were able to undo the things that were done that made you into the person you would later become. But then who would you be.

I think you've never quite altogether forgiven yourself for that woman in Los Angeles all that time ago." "Candy Sloan," I said. Susan nodded. "Only time I ever cheated on you," I said. "Makes it that much worse, doesn't it?" Susan said. "I'm not sure it makes any difference," I said. Susan smiled the smile she used when she knew I was wrong but planned to let me get away with it.

It was that juxtaposition of how it used to be with how it had turned out that made L.A. so interesting and so sad a place, I thought.

Ten minutes out of the city I made Hawk stop the car and I threw up on the side of the road. When I got back in the car Hawk said, "You shot Leo to protect those whores." I nodded. "Had to be done," Hawk said. "I know." "You'll feel better in a while," Hawk said. "Better than Leo," I said.

Let me weep My youth and its brave hopes, all dead and gone, In tears which burn.

But to have seen thee, and to die so soon!

I saw no use in the past: only a scene Of degradation, ugliness, and tears; The record of disgraces best forgotten;

Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had ne'er been broken-hearted

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

That is not wistfulness or sentimentality. It is grasping the hard fact that time runs in only one direction, that we have already died a thousand deaths and will die a thousand more, and that there is no remedy for it but love, though we are sure we have never seen love except in the rearview mirror, in the sad and tawdry puddle at the bottom of the glass

If I'd knowed we'd be a-finding gold, I'd a stayed down in the tepee, because there ain't much worse can happen to a body

Nightmares ended when you woke up. Guilt never ended, worse in the dark of the night but with you all the time, day or night.

Deep purple moved through the blue as Pike left. Pike was creepy good at this stuff, but Pike had taken a serious risk by entering Jon's home. A cocked-and-locked Kimber .45 was only inches away, not that it had done Jon any good. Embarrassing. Jon

Jon started up the steps, and then he was gone. Amy wouldn't see him at first. She'd be lost in her thoughts, checking off the rational steps that led to her rational death, and each of those steps would make perfect, inevitable sense. Until she saw Jon. Everything would change when she saw him. Jon would offer a different path.

The man stared at him for a time, and then said something that John Chen would recall from time to time for the rest of his life, and wonder what the man had meant, and why he had said it. "Never turn your back on love, John." The

There comes a day in every man's life when he stops looking forward and starts looking back.

Reality could be painful to acknowledge, but there came a point when we all realized we weren't going to walk on the moon, star in a Hollywood movie, or be president of the United States. We'd be who we were, and we could either come to grips with this fact and like the person we'd become, or live with regret and disappointment.

There comes a time in every man's life," he'd said in the halting, ghostly voice his stroke had left him, "when he stops looking forward and starts looking back.

Regret is so much harder to live with than failure

I may have wept that any should have died Or missed their chance, or not have been their best, Or been their riches, fame, or love denied; On me as much as any is the jest. I take my incompleteness with the rest. God bless himself can no one else be blessed I hold your doctrine of Memento Mori. And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

The Road not Taken [...] I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference...