Quotes About Regret

My daughter breaks both her wrists jumping off of a swing. Her friend, who is five, told her to jump off of it. I promise nothing will happen, she said. But why did she promise that? she wails later at the hospital.

What T. S. Eliot said: When all is said and done the writer may realize that he has wasted his youth and wrecked his health for nothing.

The time that has gone with happiness does not come back with grief, and nothing the future may bring can wither a day or wipe out an hour in the life that has been lived.

The worst gift that I ever gave a girl was a suitcase for Christmas. As in, 'I can't think of anything to give you, but here's a new suitcase.' Afterward, I was like, 'What were you thinking, idiot?'

Once I catch a serious FUCK IT wave, I ride that thing right up to the sand. "Sand" might be a loose metaphor for "point where I'm almost dead and filled with the kind of regret you have to actively forget in order to continue on as a human being.

Well, Hindsight, have you ever heard of the term Busy Idiot?

No man ever repented that he arose from the table sober, healthful, and with his wits about him.

Maybe we should've stayed like that, just hanging out. Maybe we never should've kissed those Keeley boys.

Logan was close enough for me to touch, to smell, to feel his breath on my forehead. Close enough to kiss. If only he were alive.

Okay." The boy placed his hands on the table. "The thing is … I died before I got to see real live tits. Not just on the Internet." He hurried to add, "I wouldn't touch you or nothing. Obviously. But even if I could, I wouldn't do that to you." He looked at his hands as he dropped them into his lap. "I just want to see.

Dead people don't bleed for long.

Overcome as much as you can—nay even more than you can—the sensitiveness of your mind and check the copious flow of your tears. Else your deep affection for your nephew may be construed by unbelievers as indicating despair of God. You must regretim not as dead but as absent. You must seem to be looking for him rather than have lost him.

Opportunities fly by while we sit regretting the chances we have lost, and the happiness that comes to us we heed not, because of the happiness that is gone.

There was George, throwing away in hideous sloth the inestimable gift of time; his valuable life, every second of which he would have to account for hereafter, passing away from him, unused.... sprawling there, sunk in soul-clogging oblivion.

There is a gap between the mind and the world, and (as far as anybody knows) you need to posit internal representations if you are to have a hope of getting across it. Mind the gap. You'll regret it if you don't.

God has no "if onlys." God never makes a mistake; God has no regrets. "As for God, his way is perfect" (Psalm 18:30). We can trust God. He is trustworthy.

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.

You occupied my space. But because you were not in my present, when I looked into my future I saw . . . nothing. Isn't that sad? And stupid?

A tiny butter knife slices more skin off my heart every time I think about her.

I have to admit, I wasn't close to my old man when he was alive. He was hardly ever home. But now that he was gone, and I was back in Pittsburgh, I thought about him all the time. I felt closer to the guy since he'd been buried than I ever did when he was walking around above ground. I realized how much I loved him.

People always ask, "What's the worst thing heroin drove you to do?". I always answer, "showing up on Maury .

The obvious question: Was it better to die now or go on living ashamed of the fact that you were still alive? Why wasn't that on the SATs? Compare and constrast.

No puedo olvidarla» se repite con un susurro apagado, sujetando la cara entre sus manos, tratando de sepultar el pasado.

imposible negar los sentimientos de miedo, arrepentimiento, angustia, soledad, clandestinidad que siempre nos acompañaron.