Quotes About Regret

And maybe 'if ifs and buts were candy and nuts, we'd all have a merry Christmas

Your father was a great man. He didn't kill himself. The grief did that." "I

Maybe I'll have Julio ink a picture of you right on my ass, so I can always remember what a piece of shit you are.

We'd be who we were, and we could either come to grips with this fact and like the person we'd become, or live with regret and disappointment

Sorry won't get my license back." Jake walked faster. "Just shut up. Don't talk to me. It's bad enough I have to spend

Reality could be painful to acknowledge, but there came a point when we all realized we weren't going to walk on the moon, star in a Hollywood movie, or be president of the United States. We'd be who we were, and we could either come to grips with this fact and like the person we'd become, or live with regret and disappointment.

And, Vera . . ." "Yeah." "I want you to know that I love you. I know you know, but I want you to hear me say it. And I know you told me not to start apologizing, but I'm sorry I haven't told you that more often.

Get correct views of life, and learn to see the world in its true light. It will enable you to live pleasantly, to do good, and, when summoned away, to leave without regret.

It was blowing a blizzard. He [Capt. Lawrence E. G. Oates] said, "I am just going outside and may be some time." He went out into the blizzard and we have not seen him since.

We are weak, writing is difficult, but for my own sake I do not regret this journey, which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships, help one another, and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past.

How can I judge?" she said at last. "To me, he is a hero. To the world a monster." She let her head fall into her arms and started crying quietly. "I miss him! Curse him! I miss him!" Mithorden put a hand on her shoulder and let her cry for a few minutes. A sad smile slowly spread across his face. "I'm glad you can forgive him," he said at last. Luthiel lifted her head. "How do you know?" Because you miss him.

And nothing to look backward to with pride,And nothing to look forward to with hope.

No memory of having starredAtones for later disregard,Or keeps the end from being hard.Better to go down dignifiedWith boughten friendship by your sideThan none at all. Provide, provide!

My dog," he said, "just barks and plays -has all he wants to eat. He never works- has no trouble about business. In a little while he dies, and that is all. I work with all my strength. I have no time to play. I have trouble every day. In a little while I will die, and then I go to hell. I wish that I had been a dog.

As suddenly as they had reached for each other, they broke apart. Tears were rolling down Robin's face. For one moment of madness, Strike yearned to say, "Come with me", but there are words that can never be unsaid or forgotten, and those, he knew, were some of them.

He was sorry, genuinely sorry, for the pain she was in. Yet the revelation had caused certain other feelings—feelings he usually kept under tight rein, considering them both misguided and dangerous—to flex inside him, to test their strength against their restraining bonds.

Hell's built on regret.

With a twist in his chest, and in spite of his satisfaction at having done what he'd set out to do, he wished he could have called Joan, and told her the end of Margot Bamborough's story, and heard her say she was proud of him, one last time.

He thought of all the times he could have visited, and hadn't. All those missed opportunities to call. All those times he'd forgotten her birthday.

he inwardly acknowledged the irony that, had Ilsa not been so keen to act as midwife to a romantic relationship between himself and Robin, he might now have been sitting in Nick and Ilsa's flat in Octavia Road, enjoying a laugh with two of his old friends and indeed with Robin herself, whose company had never yet palled on him, through the many long hours they had worked together.

I thought you'd come back I thought you'd stop me marrying him I didn't think you'd let me do it

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever – Sylvia Plath

Id rather die than have more. Actually I'd rather die than most things. But you know that about me. Will I ever see you again? You could come and see me here. Today I imagined you walking in, like I did when your leg. I imagined you telling them to let me go because you loved me and you'd look after me. I cried . . .

Look me in the eye and tell me you've loved anyone, since, like you loved me." "No I haven't," he said, "and thank fuck for that.