Quotes About Regret

I was wrong, Robert. I was wrong, but I can't go. Let me tell you again why I can't go. Tell me again why I should go.

Stari su snovi bili lijepi snovi; nisu se ispunili, ali sretan sam Å¡to sam ih imao.

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them.

The only thing sadder than a battle won is a battle lost.

This," Catherine wrote later, "is the effect that can be produced by a stupid, carelessly spoken word—it is never forgotten.

I hope you're at peace. I hope you... I hope you're in heaven, and you fell in love with someone who treats you better than I ever did, and that they're fucking your brains out and then fucking your brains back in after that on a daily basis. I'll always miss you, Lucille. I'm sorry I named a fucking baseball bat after you.

It was too late for he and his father to have an adventure, and NOTHING seemed to have any color anymore.

Father, forgive memy injuries,as I forgivethose Ihave injured!You never climbedMount Sion, yet leftdinosaurdeath-steps on the crust,where I must walk.

After loving you so much, can I forget you for eternity, and have no other choice?

But he had sold his soul, and that is something you can never repurchase at any price.

he had sold his soul, and that is something you can never repurchase at any price.

We're in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it's all gone.

It is not impossibilities which fill us with the deepest despair, but possibilities which we have failed to realize.

Despite all the sailing he had done in his life, he knew that he remained a wretched sailor—once he had absentmindedly run his craft onto the shoals, another time into a buoy—and to make matters worse, he could hardly swim a stroke. It was a skill that he had always meant to acquire, but never managed to find time for.

You might forget the day you saw a dead body in the street, but the death of Hamlet haunts you forever.

I thought about choices I had made and wondered what would have happened if I had made different choices

There are many things I have done in the past that I am not proud of and would not do again.

There are many dear friends and loved ones that I hurt along the way.

What a precious triple donkey I had made of myself!

I imagine that it would be unspeakably lovely to die with the terrible knowledge that I have offended whosoever I love the most and have filled them with bad opinions of me.

I am constructing here a commonsensical book from which nothing at all can be learned. There are, to be sure, persons who wish to extract from books guiding principles for their lives. For this most estimable individual I am therefore, to my gigantic regret, not writing. Is that a pity? Oh yes. O you driest, most upright, virtuous and respectable, kindest, quietest of adventurers- slumber sweetly, for the while.

was only forty-six years old. Losing

My position was a common one; I wanted to do the right thing but could not help regretting the damnable expense.

The house stank; a stench all its own pervaded every corner. It was a threnody in the key of Cat minor, with a ground-bass of Old Dog, and modulations of old people, waning lives, and relinquished hopes.