Quotes About Regret

Gli attimi, una volta persi, non si ritrovano più. Sono persi per sempre.

If she had met him...She might've been singing a different tune.

Cómo arrepentirse de una de las mejores noches de tu vida? No lo haces. Recuerdas cada palabra, cada mirada. Incluso cuando duele, todavía lo recuerdas.

Moments, when lost, can't be found

Los momentos, una vez perdidos, no pueden recuperarse. Simplemente desaparecen.

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. There just gone.

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

I felt like bad for snapping at him.

Sorry for not calling, but not sorry for going.

Nunca me he arrepentido, ni por un segundo. ¿Cómo puedes lamentar una de las mejores noches de tu vida? No lo haces. Recuerdas cada palabra, cada mirada. Incluso cuando duele, sigues recordando.

I don't realize it until the words are actually out of my mouth, but I say it to hurt him.

Do I only like the boys I can never have? I've always known Peter was out of my reach. I've always known he didn't belong to me. But tonight he said he liked me. The thing I've been hoping for, he said it. So why didn't I just tell him I liked him back when I had the chance? Because I do. I like him back. Of course I do. What girl wouldn't fall for Peter Kavinsky, handsomest boy of all the Handsome Boys. Now that I really know him, I know he's so much more than that.

I'm sorry you got that letter. You were never supposed to see that. It wasn't meant for you to ever read. It was just for me.

Did I screw things up that badly that now he doesn't know? It can't be over, not when I finally found my courage. I can't let it be.

There are moments in life that you wish with all your heart you could take back. Like, just erase from existence. Like, if you could, you'd erase yourself right out of existence too, just to make that moment not exist.

Youth is truly wasted on the young.

This is our life; there's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it's hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away just like that? I guess the answer is, we weren't.

The whole reason I broke up with him was so I wouldn't be that girl crying over her boyfriend, and now that's exactly what I am. It's pathetic.

I don't want to make the same mistakes my parents made. I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

I knew he was a prick, but a part of me wanted to hear what he'd say, to hear him say how sorry he really was that he'd screwed up. I wanted groveling for forgiveness and pledges of undying love. As dumb as I knew it was, I wanted him to fight for me, to prove that I hadn't made a mistake by believing in him. Or us.

Whenever the wife wants to do drugs, she thinks about Sartre. One bad trip and then a giant lobster followed him around for the rest of his days.

It is during this period that people burn their houses down. At first the flames are beautiful to see. But later when the fog wears off they come back to find only ashes.

It is easy in retrospect to see why he'd want to go. There are two women who are furious at him. To make one happy, he must take the subway across town and arrive on her doorstep. To make the other happy, he must wear for some infinitely long period of time a hair shirt woven out of her own hair.