Quotes About Regret

Catherine, njegovi najsretniji dani prestali su kad su po?eli vaši. Mislim da vas je prokleo što ste došli na svijet - barem sam to ja u?inio, pa bi baš bilo zgodno da vas prokune kad bude iz njega odlazio.

Kalbini ben k?rmad?m... Sen kendin k?rd?n kalbini... Kalbini k?rarak da benim kalbimi k?rm?? oldun.

May you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you - haunt me, then!

Perdonarte cuando veo esos ojos y toco esas manos enflaquecidas! Bésame, pero no me mires. Sí; te perdono. ¡Amo a quien me mata! Pero ¿Cómo puedo perdonar a quien te mata a ti?

GeçmiÅŸteki mutluluÄŸu hat?rlamak beni periÅŸan ediyordu. Dahas?, geçmiÅŸin hayalini akl?mda tutman?n çok büyük tehlikesi vard?, çünkü yemeÄŸi h?zl? kar??t?r?rsan elinde olan? da ziyan edersin.

Ben baÅŸlatmad?m! Ben baÅŸlatmad?m! diye h?çk?rmaya baÅŸlad? Cathy, kalbi k?r?lmaya haz?r. Ona â??k olmak bir kere olsun akl?mdan geçmemiÅŸti...

Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee...

To pity those that know her not Is helped by the regret That those who know her, know her less The nearer her they get.

The dying need but little, dear, —    A glass of water's all, A flower's unobtrusive face    To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,    And certainly that one No color in the rainbow    Perceives when you are gone.

Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.

So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.

Did she ever regret her choices? Were her decisions more clear-cut than mine - or are there always shades of gray whe it comes to matters of the heart?

The feeling I have reminds me of New Year's Eve, when the countdown is coming and I'm not quite sure whether to grab my camera or just live in the moment. Usually I grab the camera and later regret it when the picture doesn't turn out. Then I feel enormously let down and think to myself that the night would have been more fun if it didn't mean quite so much, if I weren't forced to analyze where I've been and where I'm going.

There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for forgiveness, nothing more.

In the final seconds before sleep, I wish I could go back and undo everything, give those little girls another chance.

She wonders what fool ever said that it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all - she has never disagreed with something so much.

It was a mistake. You didn't try to hurt anyone.

As I listen to Darcy breathing in the dark beside me, I wonder how we got to this. How we could be in love with the same person. How I coudl be sabotaging my best friend's engagement. In the final seconds before sleep, I wish I could go back and undo everything, give those little girls another chance.

Life was good then, I though, as I started to cry. Not so much because I missed the good times, although I did. It was more that I knew I was turning into one of those girls who, upon looking at high school photos, feels wistful.

Although too much time has gone by to miss her, I feel regret that I didn't maintain our friendship. Even if we no longer have much in common, we would have always had the past, which, in some ways, is just as important as the present or future.

I had seen the light, come to believe that a wedding should be about a feeling between two people, not a show for the masses...It was a magical, romantic evening, and although I occasionally wish I had worn a slightly fancier dress, and that Nick and I had danced on our wedding night, I have no real regrets about the way we chose to do things.

Because Marian was the love of my life. For a long time. And that's the kind of information you share when you're young and stupid and hoping that you're in something that is going to be even bigger and better than what you once lost. It's the kind of shit you waste your time thinking about. Lemme tell you -- it does no good.

I just think that I screwed up what could have turned into a more significant relationship, or at least a lasting friendship.