Quotes About Regret

Not only will America go to your country and kill all your people. But they'll come back 20 years later and make a movie about how killing your people made their soldiers feel sad.

Nothing hurts more than realizing they meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to them.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue's a stone.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or woman lost?

Then they all surrounded the poop little animal and pulled out all his fur. He cried out loudly and entreated them to spare him, but with each tuft of fur they pulled out they said: "Serve you right!

Thus did the unkind step-mother humble herself and ask forgiveness of the girl she had so wronged.

I bent down to I-330 and drank her in with my eyes for the last time.

Wishing only wounds the heart.

I wished that life could be reset, but reset from when?

Lilia's mother had married the wrong man. It was like boarding a train that never takes you in the right direction, let alone to the destination you have in mind. The farther it travels, the less point there is in going on, and the lesser in getting off.

I wished, too, that life could be reset, but reset from when? From each point I could go to an earlier point: warning signs neglected, mistakes aggregated, but it was useless to do so, as I often ended up with the violent wish that I had never been born.

You're a fool. If you'd stayed where you came from, you wouldn't have ended up like this...

If forgive me would make up for everything then we wouldn't need hell!

This is why I hate things like love, not only it will turn me into a fool, it would also turn me into a complete failure.

It is so easy to get sucked into the if-only game, and playing it is a short and slippery slide into despair.

Sin is its own punishment, devouring you from the inside.

Those immediately behind number 50 were anguish personified. They let loose an endless stream of foul language and it was hard to tell whether they were cursing themselves or cursing something else. My neighbours and I in the last third of the queue only felt a pang of disappointment whereas those who just missed out on the coupon were like people who see the duck that they had cooked flap its wings and fly away.

Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?

To be half-clever was the worst I could have done.

Once the world has been transformed into something meaningful, some feel they can die without regret. Others feel that they exist in a world without meaning, so what's the point of living? But where do these two sets of feelings converge? For Hanio, both paths led to the same thing: death.

Habit is a horrible thing. I repeated the kiss for which I had so repented.

I was one of those savage marauders who, not knowing how to express their love, mistakenly kill the person they love.