Quotes About Regret

He died, as the Spanish phrase has it, full of illusions. He had not had time in his life to lose any of them, nor even, at the end, to complete an act of contrition. He had not even had time to be disappointed in the Garbo picture which disappointed all Madrid for a week. ( The Capital of the World )

than those damn—Oh hell, I can't even remember the name of them." "You're not supposed to swear when we are around," Thomas Hudson corrected. "I'm sorry, papa," the small boy said. "I can't help it that I'm so damn young. I'm sorry again. I mean so young.

We both touched wood on the café table and the waiter came to see what it was we wanted. But what we wanted not he, nor anyone else, nor knocking on wood or marble, as this café table-top was, could ever bring us. But we did not know it that night and we were very happy.

Amit az ember leírt, az többé nem sanyargatja.

I'm afraid of the rain because sometimes I see me dead in it.

You're going to have things to repent, boy," Mr. John had told Nick. "That's one of the best things there is. You can always decide whether to repent them or not. But the thing is to have them.

Nem szívesen távozom a világból, nagyon nem szívesen, de remélem, nem dolgomvégezetlenül megyek. Megtettem mindent ami erÅ'mbÅ'l tellett.

I wish I had a stone for the knife," the old man said after he had checked the lashing on the oar butt. "I should have brought a stone." You should have brought many things, he thought. But you did not bring them, old man. Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

Now the boy was gone and the kitten had grown into an old cat and had outlived the boy. The way he and Boise felt now, he thought, neither one wanted to outlive the other. I don't know how many people and animals have been in love before, he thought. It probably is a very comic situation. But I don't find it comic at all.

I had always avoided looking at Ford when I could and I always held my breath when I was near him in a closed room, but this was the open air and the fallen leaves blew along the sidewalks from my side of the table past his, so I took a good look at him, repented, and looked across the boulevard. The light was changed again and I had missed the change. I took a drink to see if his coming had fouled it, but it still tasted good.

He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed.

No, he thought, when everything you do, you do too long, and do too late, you can't expect to find the people still there. The people all are gone. The party's over and you are with your hostess now.

He had destroyed his talent by not using it

We can go everywhere. -No, we can't. It isn't ours anymore. -It's ours. -No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back.

I want it to be rugged," Roger had said. "I'm going to start new again." "How many times is it now you've started new?" "Too many," Roger had said. "And you don't have to rub it in.

You can tell them," Bill said. "They get this sort of fat married look. They're done for.

But why did I ever leave Tom's mother in the first place? You'd better not think about that, he told himself.

E nisto consiste a moral: coisas que fazemos e das quais depois sentimos repulsa.

Si eso es así, hubiera preferido pasar esta última noche de una manera distinta. Pero las últimas noches nunca son buenas. No son nunca buenas las últimas nadas. Sí, las últimas palabras son buenas a veces.

I settled back. Brett moved close to me. We sat up close against each other. I put my arm around her and she rested against me comfortably. It was very hot and bright, and the houses looked sharply white. We turned out onto the Gran Via. Oh, Jake, Brett said, We could have have such a damned good time together. Yes, I said. Isn't it pretty to think so.

Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together.

Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.

I've never loved any one else the way I love you. I'm full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.' 'Stop it. Harry, why do you have to turn into a devil now?' 'I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

They got into a taxi and drove out to Rimmily Hissa along the Bosphorus, and around, and back in the cool night and went to bed and she felt as over-ripe as she looked but smooth, rose-petal, syrupy, smooth-bellied, big-breasted and needed no pillow under her buttocks, and he left her before she was awake looking blousy enough in the first daylight and turned up at the Pera Palace with a black eye, carrying his coat because one sleeve was missing.