Quotes About Regret

there are words that can never be unsaid or forgotten...

He was alone now, and at a kind of peace. None of the affairs or one-night stands he'd had since Charlotte had touched the essential part of him. He'd sometimes wondered since whether Charlotte had not stunted his ability to feel deeply.

You can bloody hate someone and still wish they gave a shit about you and hate yourself for wishing it

but I can't stand the idea that I'll go to my grave never knowing what happened.

An image of Charlotte hung permanently in Robin's head these days, like a shadowy portrait she'd never wanted hung . . . Last night, though, that image had become stark and fixed: a darkly romantic vision of a lost and dying love, breathing her final words in Strike's ear as she lay among the trees.

Strike hated the memory of these fantasies more than he hated remembering the pain caused by their eternal unfulfillment . . .

You could forgive Brenner a lot, once you saw what 'e'd witnessed, what 'e'd been through . . . but that's true of everyone really, innit? Once you know, ev'rything's explained. It's a shame you often don't know until it's too late . . .

Cuando sabemos cómo ha sido su vida, lo entendemos mejor. Es una lástima que, muchas veces, no lo sepamos hasta que ya es demasiado tarde.

But I know you'd have done what you did for anyone. That's your code, isn't it? And I always wanted something particular from you, something you wouldn't give anyone else. Funny, I've started to appreciate people who're decent to everyone, but it's too late for that, too, isn't it?

I would give anything, anything, to be the man to whom this has not happened. I can not accommodate myself to it. In a lifetime of trying, I can not accommodate myself to it. And now I will have to be that person forever.

I tell these stories because I have lied about my life to people who have been kind to me and I am tired of lying. I tell it because I don't want people to think that I have fucked up my life over and over just because I was in a bad mood.

she had brought harm to him, in the believe that nothing mattered, that no moment had consequences beyond the moment itself. She had agreed to kill him without realizing that he would die".

But there was no use. There was no point. It was just a story. It was just a story of people, of Ralph and Emilia and Antonio and Catherine and the mothers and the fathers who had died, too soon or late, of people who had hurt one another as much as people can do, who had been selfish and not wise, and had become trapped inside the bitter walls of memories they wished they had never had. It

Time will tell if sorry is enough. I don't think it is. If you died tonight, I wouldn't come to your funeral." "You'd

Women do that as they age, they lighten, become air, their souls ephemeral with memory and experience. Men become more ponderous with the passing of the years, heavy with regret.

Why is it that, as we lose our loveliness, the sheen of youth, we lose possibility as well? We acquire, but more is vanished than is given, and nothing makes up for the loss of the swallows at the Sherry, or the Victoria diamond, or the nights at Area when your booted feet ground the glass phials of amyl nitrate into the dance floor.

The years forget our errors and forgive our sins, but they punish our inaction with living death.

What to do with the past? There was so much of it.

No one on their death bed wishes they would've been meaner.

When I die I shall then have my greatest grief and my greatest joy—my greatest grief that I have done so little for Jesus, and my greatest joy that Jesus has done so much for me.

I will arise and go to my father, and will say to him, "Father, I have sinned." – Luke 15:18

2 Corinthians 9:7 Each person should do as he has decided in his heart—not out of regret or out of necessity, for God loves a cheerful giver.

He had a collection of science-fiction films on DVD and Blu-ray discs, and although he said he'd seen most of them before, Caitlin was surprised to discover how many of the cases were still shrink-wrapped. "Why'd you buy them if you weren't going to watch them?" she asked. He looked at the tall, thin cabinets that contained the movies and seemed to ponder the question. "My childhood was on sale," he said at last, "so I bought it.

who just robbed me an hour ago,