Quotes About Regret

It is said that the dead forget the dead in the house of Hades, Cassandra, but I hoped it was not so.

I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking—by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.

I wish that some time, long ago, something had not been said that was said, or something done that was not done. Something, had we known, which might have let him grow differently, something which would have seen him become another man than the bitter, bent thing I saw up there. It is best now if he is dead. But it is a waste of something that might have been.

Man is the sum total of everything he has done, wishes to do or not to do, and wishes he had done, or hadn't.

Corwin," he stated then, "it pleases me more than I can say to see you die not knowing something that means that much for you.

Sorry about the horse," he said. "I was aiming at you.

Had I known at the time how well I wrought, said Yama, I might have numbered its days intentionally. Occasionally, do I regret my genius.

independence came at a high price: a debt with a payment schedule of hurt and regret.

Depression is a red herring, said Nariman. I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. and there is not much percentage in the future.

Now he felt the despair his father had felt as the familiar world slipped from around him, the valleys gashed and ugly, the woods disappearing. Daddy was right, he thought, the hills were dying, and I was so stupid to believe the hills were eternal, that a father could stay forever young. If only I had talked to him. If only he had let me get close to him.

Jis met?si ? šal?, vengdamas šuns ant kelio, geltono mišr?no, nusususio ir perkarusio. Manekas dirstel?jo pro užpakalin? stikl?, ar gyvulys laimingai per?jo gatv?. J? sutraišk? už j? važiuojantis sunkvežimis.

Only the Mother can regret: to be depressed, it is said, is to resemble the Mother as I imagine her regretting me eternally

Du passé, c'est mon enfance qui me fascine le plus ; elle seule, à la regarder, ne me donne pas le regret du temps aboli. Car ce n'est pas l'irréversible que je découvre en elle, c'est l'irréductible : tout ce qui reste encore en moi, par accès.

Mr. Monroe, if you have come to tell me that you repent, that you are sorry, very sorry, for the misrepresentations and the slanders and the stories you circulated against my dear husband, if you have come to say this, I understand it. But otherwise, no lapse of time, no nearness to the grave, makes any difference.

cringed at what they were doing:

Think of pouring out all that money on a whim.

I wish my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me;

She carried the burn of the sun on her body. It was for all of those wasted, dull years.

The thing is, you make choices. You do some things and you don't do others and in the end there's not much point in asking what different choices might have gained you, and lost you, unless you have a time machine. You become those choices, you embody them... I'd known I couldn't stay, just as I'd known years before I couldn't be with him, even as I'd gone on pretending I had a choice. I was who I was, and I wanted what I already had.

People live, and then they die. And as long as they do both things properly, there's nothing much to regret.

People live, and then they die, and as long as they do both things properly, there's nothing much to regret.

There was nothing she had neglected to tell him, nothing he had neglected to tell her. People live, and then they die, and as long as they do both things properly, there's nothing much to regret.

So he died, because for a split-second he got brave. But not then. He died much later, after the split-second of bravery had faded into long hours of wretched gasping fear, and after the long hours of fear had exploded into long minutes of insane screaming panic.

Jodie didn't need it explained to her that her father had been one of the good guys. She knew. She was moving with the serenity of a person who had loved the old guy all her life, and had been loved back. There was nothing she had neglected to tell him, nothing he had neglected to tell her. People live, and then they die, and as long as they do both things properly, there's nothing much to regret.