Quotes About Regret

She was still haunted by the ghost of the cake she had drowned.

Not Adam and Eve, after eating the apple, could have been more upset than I was.

Made plenty of mistakes along the way - all of which I am truly sorry.

The old fellow gazed out at the empty tent, painted a soft green by the carbide lamps, and at the tables, now missing their tablecloths, and felt utterly desolate, imagining that this is what his funeral would be like: the tent would become a place of mourning, but there would be no dutiful sons or grandsons in mourning attire kneeling before his coffin, nothing but a few casual acquaintances playing mahjong through the night

You ought to take more chances, I said. I took too many earlier, she said. I'm sorry.

Several times in his life he had felt an intense desire to start over, to somehow turn back the clock of his life to a point where he might, if he were careful, avoid the many mistakes he had made the first time around.

I think we spent our best years fighting on the wrong side.

Without realizing it, he had been wasting time—years and years of time, time that would never be his again. He had failed to take advantage of the diversity of opportunity that had been, all along, available to him.

Better by far never to have known the pleasure than to have the pain that followed.

Earlier in his life he had done many foolish things in order to convince himself that he was not worthless

Of all the women he knew, she had meant the most; and was the one person in his life he felt he had missed, in some ways.

You told me to stay," July said. "I know I did, son," Augustus said. "I'm sure you wish you had. But yesterday's gone on down the river and you can't get it back. Go on with your digging and I'll tidy up.

Part of him wanted to remember; part of him needed to forget.

Every time Roscoe tried to think back along the line of events that had led to his being in a place where there was no trees to lean against, he strayed off the line and soon got all tangled up in his thinking. It was probably better not to try and think back down the line of life.

The thought crossed his mind that he ought to have married her and not gone rambling. If he had, he wouldn't be in such a fix. But he felt little fear; just an overpowering fatigue. Life had slipped out of line. It was unfair, it was too bad, but he couldn't find the energy to fight it any longer.

The sensible way, which he had pursued once or twice in his life, had always proved boring, usually within a few days.

With both the Indian and the women he was always left with the feeling that, without meaning to, he had made some kind of mistake.

She didn't know what to do with the severed leg. She had cut it off, but she didn't want to touch it or even look at it.

You don't get the pint, Woodrow," Augustus said. "I've walked the earth in my pride all these years. If that's lost, then let the rest be lost with it. There's certain things my vanity won't abide.

It's my fault for not shooting the son of a bitch while he was drinking. I didn't know who he was at the time, but I should have shot him on suspicion. And then I plumb forgot about it all day. I'm getting too foolish to live.

All his work, and it hadn't saved anyone, or slowed the moment of their going by a minute.

Larry McMurtry

With Call suddenly determined to leave that very day, Augustus found himself regretful, nostalgic already for things he hadn't particularly cared for but hated to think of losing.

He began to wish that somehow things could have been rounded off a little better. Of course he knew death was no respecter. People just dropped when they dropped, whether they had rounded things off or not.