Quotes About Regret

I wasn't feeling well in the first half. I felt down, man. I had three slices of pizza before the game and the food took me down.

He watched them with the passionate regret with which he saw them play football or go to dances: the activity itself did not interest, but the power to share it would have made him less apart.

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.

If I could do it all again, I'd be a plumber.

If I had known they were going to do this, I would have become a shoemaker.

If I had only known, I would have been a locksmith.

Try to remember the last time you felt extremely angry. Recall what you focused upon and how you acted. Were you able to reasonably consider good courses of action? Were you able to look at all your options? Did you make the best decision? Do you regret something you said or did? If you are like most people, you will see that you hardly think and behave at your best when you feel enraged.

We seem never to know what any thing means or is worth until we have lost it.

A day or so before his death, Borges called Bioy from Geneva. Bioy said that he sounded infinitely sad. "What are you doing in Geneva? Come home," Bioy said to him. "I can't," Borges answered. "And anyway, any place is good enough to die in." Bioy said that in spite of their friendship, he felt, as a writer, hesitant to touch such a good exit line.

My Latin teacher would say, "We must be grateful that we don't know what the great books were that perished in Alexandria, because if we knew what they were, we'd be inconsolable.

Two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes. Anything might be done in that time. Anything. Nothing. Oh, he had had hundreds of hours, and what had he done with them? Wasted them, spilt the precious minutes as though his reservoir were inexhaustible.

Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrong-doing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.

You see, I'd behaved pretty badly. Losing my head about someone I didn't really love and hurting someone I did. Why is one so stupid? The heart has its reasons, said Will, and the endocrines have theirs.

Fui y seré me ponen triste ...; tomo un gramo (de soma) y sólo soy.

I ate civilization. It poisoned me; I was defined. And then, I ate my own wickedness.

It is finished. Old Mitsima's words repeated themselves in his mind. Finished, finished....In silence and from a long way off, but violently. desperately, hopelessly, he had loved Kiakimé. And now it was finished. He was sixteen.

how unfair not to give him that other chance, that other chance which, he now had no doubt at all, he had always intended to take.

Oh, this journey! It was two hours cut clean out of his life; two hours in which he might have done so much, so much—written the perfect poem, for example

Oh, this journey! It was two hours cut clean out of his life; two hours in which he might have done so much, so much—written the perfect poem, for example, or read the one illuminating book.

Llorar sobre los errores literarios de veinte años atrás, intentar enmendar una obra fallida para darle la perfección que no logró en su primera ejecución, perder los años de la madurez en el intento de corregir los pecados artísticos cometidos y legados por esta persona ajena que fue uno mismo en la juventud, todo ello, sin duda, es vano y futil.

Chronic remorse, as all the moralists agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.

I'm sorry I tried to be unpleasant, he said at last.

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

La vejez, esa primera muerte de las cortesanas.