Quotes About Regret

Este teléfono sin contestador, la llamaré mañana, hoy se me hizo tarde, esta forma tan cobarde de no decirnos que no.

The greatest sin, after the initial sin, is its publication.

he almost never spoke about himself, in my hearing at least: though once, shortly after his marriage, when he brought his wife to lunch with me, he said...looking at her across the grassy quadrangle, 'I never expected to have, in my sixties, the happiness that passed me by in my twenties.

Lewis said sadly to me, 'When I at last realized that I was not, after all, going to be a great man...' I think he meant 'a great poet.

you can overcome sadness, loneliness, even terrible loss. But guilt goes with you the grave.

I wonder if sometimes you can miss something so much it breaks you, and still be happy you left.

Peter sank. "I'd give anything to see time.

May wished more than anything that she could show them both how much she loved them. She felt very sorry. Her whole heart was sorry for everything she had ever done to worry them. She closed her eyes and tried to send her love all the way to Earth. She didn't know if it could travel that far.

maybe i just loved some of you. maybe not enough

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

I'm a fucking coward." "Maybe." Craw jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Whirrun's corpse. "There's a hero. Tell me who's better off.

As for being a good man,' and Glokta curled his lip, 'that ship sailed long ago, and I wasn't even there to wave it off.

There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. None, that I know of. The Bloody-Nine they call me, my enemies, and there's a lot of 'em. Always more enemies, and fewer friends. Blood gets you nothing but more blood. It follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow I can never be free of it. I should never be free of it. I've earned it. I've deserved it. I've sought it out. Such is my punishment.

What a place. Glokta stifled a smile. It reminds me of myself, in a way. We both were magnificent once, and we both have our best days far behind us.

Nothing had worked out the way he'd hoped. He should've expected it by now, maybe. After all, things never had before. And yet he kept on pissing into the wind. He was like a man whose door's too low, but instead of working out how to duck, keeps on smacking his head into the lintel every day of his miserable life. He wanted to feel sorry for himself, but he knew he deserved no better. A man can't do the things he'd done, and hope for happy endings.

One day you're something, so promising and full o' dares, so big the world's too small a place to hold you. Then, 'fore you know it, you're old, and you realise all them things you had in mind you'll never get to. All them doors you felt too big to fit through have already shut. Only one left open and it leads to nothing but nothing.

Some people, Orso supposed, can never forgive being forgiven.

Apologise to my fucking dice!

That's what an idiot does when he gets angry. He destroys whatever's nearest, even if it's his own house!

When he'd made it thirty strides or so Logen turned around and looked back. The pot was sitting forlorn by the lake, already filling up with rainwater. They'd been through a lot together, him and that pot. "Fare you well, old friend." The pot did not reply.

Funny how a person hung on to things that weren't of no use at all but then those were the things that pierced the soul when a body lost them.

The plane blew up." "I wonder what happened to all the other people?" As soon as I'd spoken, I wished I hadn't said that. I decided shy people shouldn't try to make conversation, not even in an emergency. If I manage to talk to strangers at all, nervousness always makes me say the wrong thing.

Don't waste your one beautiful life.