Quotes About Regret

Not to mention the fact that it was making horrible dents in her best Chinese carpet.

As desolate as he had felt when his best friend, Boy 409, had fallen overboard in a night raid and they had not been allowed to stop to pick him up.

Dandra Draa killed my father. - Kaznim

i could step off the end of this pier but i got shit to do and an appointment on tuesday to shed uninvited blood and tissue i'll miss you, i say to the river to the water to the son or daughter i thought better of i could fall in love with jersey at sunset but i leave the view to the rats and tiptoe back

Time misspent in youth is sometimes all the freedom one ever has.

And I go to bed too early. I sometimes think I should never have married because I need too much sleep.

Kavgalar tatl?ya baÄŸlanabilir, ama baÅŸkalar?n? mahcup düÅŸürenler asla tümüyle unutulamaz.

Old times, sad times. I feel better about them now than I did then.

Quarrels can be made up; embarrassment can never quite be forgotten. Edith foresaw, sadly, that she would become an embarrassment.

He regretted, as he did so many times these days, the structure of the working day. Without that he was truly alone, a condition he would not allow to become pathetic, but a condition nonetheless which caused him much grief.

She had been unprepared for old age to render her so harmless. It was as if her sins had been wiped away, leaving only concealment in their place.

He had, in the past, wanted to be kind, and, as ever, had supplied the wrong sort of kindness.

If she had had daughters, Beatrice reflected, what advice she would have given them! She would have told them that the time for display was limited, that the years would add weight, both physically and metaphorically, that a time would come when second thoughts were wiser than heedless impulses Ã¢â'¬Â¦ She would have urged them to enjoy men, as many men as possible, before they became aware, as she was now, of the neutered state that awaited them.

All the deaths were natural, yet all had an aura of horror. It was their lives rather than their deaths that were regrettable, and all the frustrated love that had failed to sweeten their end.

Dr Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature

Show business is the best possible therapy for remorse.

and Willie Nelson was singing "On the Road Again" on the jukebox. An infelicitous selection, if you ask me.

The real killer was when you married the wrong person but had the right children.

I don't hate you. I hate what you've done and what it led to.

we all have secrets. We've all done things of which we're ashamed.

Guilt always made her ratty.

It was sudden thoughts about the things Maggie would have liked or pieces of gossip that he'd like to pass on that made grief come back and bite him on the bum.

They weren't sorry Catherine was dead at all. Certainly they hadn't particularly liked her when she was alive. Lisa had called her a stuck-up southern cow only last week, when Mr Scott had read out a chunk of her essay on Steinbeck. They were enjoying every minute of this. They weren't in the least sorry that Catherine would never take her place again in the front row for English. But she didn't say

No dignity in death and not much more when she was living