Quotes About Regret

Forgive me that I ignored the sun And that I lived in sorrow.

I always think about the past, it's so large and bright.

He was jealous, fearful and tender, He loved me like God's only light, And that she not sing of the past times He killed my bird colored white. He said, in the lighthouse at sundown: "Love me, laugh and write poetry!" And I buried the joyous songbird Behind a round well near a tree. I promised that I would not mourn her. But my heart turned to stone without choice, And it seems to me that everywhere And always I'll hear her sweet voice.

Forgive me that I felt forsaken, That grief and angst were all I knew. Forgive me that I kept mistaking Too many other men for you.

If only I'd done such and such instead of such and such, gone there instead of there, said that and not that, or looked different, or hadn't gone out that day with Ivanhoe or that night or that week or anytime during the last two months

I used to puzzle over the extent of this anger, of all of ma's blaming and haranguing and complaining. It was only much later that I came to realise that this was a case of her not forgiving him for many things – maybe for all things – and not just for not cheering up.

Next came abortions and I had to guess them also, from 'vermifuge, squaw mint, Satan's apple, premature expulsion, being failed in the course of coming into being' with any doubt dispelled by, 'Well, daughter, you can't disappoint me anymore than you've already disappointed me, so tell me –what did you procure and which of them drab aunts did you procure it of?

He'd stared into her eyes, dark with confusion and unwilling passion, and for one stark, horrible instant, he'd wished to be that different man. He'd wished to be worthy of her.

Then she'd stared at him with those radiant blue eyes and asked him to let her go. And bugger, bugger, bigger, he'd suddenly imagined he was sodding Sir Galahad.

She shook her head. "No, Jonas." " 'No, Jonas' is all you ever say," he responded with a hint of savagery. He knew he was unfair, but he was just so damned miserable. Her smile wavered into a warmth that calmed his anger. "Not always." He shut his eyes as the memory of wild nights overpowered him. Good God, at this rate, he'd be bawling like a motherless calf.

I see why you tolerate Mrs. Bevan's eccentric manners. What a pity she's forgotten cutlery." Merrick sipped his golden wine. The pleasure on his face reminded her of his expression after kissing her. Devil take him, everything reminded her of his kisses. "What a pity," he said with spurious regret. "Eating with one's fingers is so... primitive." She blushed. He turned the most innocent words into an invitation to wickedness.

Then she'd stared at him with those radiant blue eyes and asked him to let he go. And bugger, bugger, bugger, he'd suddenly imagined he was sodding Sir Galahad.

And I'd started thinking about my mother's last weeks--the way she'd drifted listlessly about the house in her dressing gown, cigarettes in one hand, glass of something strong-smelling in the other.

Toutes ces bêtises, tous ces remords, et nos bulles de savon à l'enterrement du parrain de Lola... (L'échappée belle, p.37)

it wouldn't take much for the sorrow she felt at the sorrow she caused to drown her again

Den Kummer dessen, der das Unglück auslöst. Diejenigen, die bleiben, bedauert man, die tröstet man. Aber diejenigen, die gehen?

Hey." "What?" "Earlier on, you didn't kiss me." "Here you go," she said, giving him a little peck on the forehead. "That's it? I thought in 2004 you were going to go wild." "Have you ever kept a single one of your resolutions?" "No." "Me neither.

P?d?jo reizi, kad apsk?v?mies, es vi?u nosk?pst?ju. Tas bija Flandrijas ielas lift?. Vi?š ??v?s. K?d??? K?d?? vi?š ??va sevi sk?pst?t sievietei, kuru vairs nem?l?ja? K?d?? d?v?t man savas l?pas? Un rokas?

On peut rater sa vie par politesse

J?s man kr?tat uz nerviem. J?s run?jat mu???bas. J?s dom?jat tikai par sevi. J?s k??stat apnic?gs, galu gal?. ''Es negribu, lai tu aizej.'' Bet k?d?? j?s man sak?t kaut ko tik nej?dz?gu? Atg?dinu jums, ka t? neesmu es, kura aiziet… Jums ir d?ls, vai atceraties? Liels z?ns. Un aizg?jis ir vi?š. Vi?š!

Jo vair?k es vi?u ignor?ju, jo vair?k vi?? iem?l?jos. Tas bija tieši t?, k? pirm?t tev teicu, k? slim?ba. Tu jau zini, k? tas ir… Tu noš?audies. Vienreiz. Otrreiz. Tev piemetas drebu?i – un cauri. Ir jau par v?lu. Nelaime ir notikusi. Tobr?d bija tieši t?pat: es biju skarts, es biju pagalam. Vairs nebija, uz ko cer?t.

Ocurre a menudo que en amor nos sintamos engañados, heridos y desgraciados, pero seguimos amando. Y, con un pie en la tumba, volvemos la vista atrás y nos decimos: Muchas veces sufrí, algunas erré, pero siempre amé.

She's pretty, but in her face you can see all the things she's given up on in life.

Why was I led astray by a tiger brightness? Why did a false sun lure me so far from home?...my eyes had looked at something forbidden and seen what they should never have seen, and now sight itself had gone out of them…never again would I see the blinding glare of enemy eyes.