Quotes About Regret

John watched me, dark eyes inscrutable. his shoulders rose as he inhaled through his nose. He was about to say something like I am so sorry or I had no idea or even You are a terrible person . In which case, I was going to lose it. There was a reason I did not talk about this. He said, "I feel sorry for the officers on that call.

He'd stood there in the snow at Mile-High Pie last night and made me feel sorry for him! He'd made me feel terrible for something I didn't even do, after he'd lied to me to my face! And then he'd kissed me and I'd let him! Mortifying! Now his lips parted. I waited to hear the next lie. I almost hoped it was a good one, so at least I'd have an entertaining story to share with my friends about what an ass he was.

So this is it ? what cost me all that time. A man who turned out to be old, a house that turned out to be empty.

underneath that I'd said something else: we were both a couple of asswipes, and now only I'm an asswipe; why? And underneath that, something else: once an asswipe, always an asswipe.

My questions all seem wrong: How did you get so old? Was it all at once, in a day, or did you peter out bit by bit? When did you stop having parties? Did everyone else get old too, or was it just you? Are other people still here, hiding in the palm trees or holding their breath underwater? When did you last swim your laps? Do your bones hurt? Did you know this was coming and hide that you knew, or did it ambush you from behind?

Nostalgia was the end—everyone knew that.

It's a pity we're forced to make the choices that govern the whole of our lives when we're so goddamn young.

She wanted to tell him, to have it out in the open. But that wasn't true—she dreaded telling him. What she wanted was already to have told him.

The album's called A to B, right?" Bosco said. "And that's the question I want to hit straight on: how did I go from being a rock star to being a fat fuck no one cares about? Let's not pretend it didn't happen.

It's a pity we're forced to make the choices that govern the whole of our lives when we're so goddamn young." "If they're the wrong choices, then we have to make new ones," Dexter said. "Even late in the day.

He had to find her. But where? Ted deliberated this question while downing three espressos in the hotel lobby, letting the caffeine and vodka greet in his brain like fighting fish. Where to look for Sasha in this sprawling, malodorous city? He reviewed the strategies he'd already failed to execute: approaching dissolute kids at the train station and youth hostels, but no, no. He'd waited too long for any of that." (p. 224)

I understand now that nothing will ever happen between M and me, precisely because it has just come so close to happening and yet not happened.

My mom has always said that the one thing she wishes she had done differently is have a job. She felt like the single-mindedness made her a little nuts sometimes, and she could have used an outlet for herself when we were little.

Show me a man of fifty who doesn't regret the lives he hasn't lived.

Half of sobriety was wishing you'd never started: if you'd never taken that first drink, first bump, you could have stayed clean forever with no sweat at all. Instead, it became your life's work.

He could have cured cancer by now, if he'd never gotten high.

He kissed her hungrily, as if for nourishment. Later it would seem to him an act of cannibalism; the law he violated seemed nearly that ancient. But that night he was beyond reason, a man too long starved.

More than anything in life, she wishes she'd let him. That she'd smiled for the camera. That she'd said yes. Life was gone before you knew it;how foolish she'd been to refuse any of it.

Any man who has known a love bringing him such happiness--if even for a short time--that its loss steals his very will to live, is a man to be envied. Justin

She dies two days later.

They repented their manifold sins and then fled out to buy amulets and astrological signs against the scourge.

Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered. He looked at me one last time. "There are so many things that I will never say.

Dearest Avery, I'm sorry. —T. T. H.

What about what other people deserve?" I asked vehemently. "Did my mother deserve to die without you there? Did she deserve to spend my entire life in love with a ghost?" "Hannah deserved the world." "So why didn't you give it to her?" I asked. "Why was punishing yourself more important than what she wanted?