Quotes About Regret

The young man looked down from the cart at the people in front of him. Jonah felt his teacher's eyes meet his own, and for a fraction of a second a smile played on the prisoner's lips. Then he glanced toward heaven and spoke. "I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.

Marrying into money was not a good thing for me.

Your children make it impossible to regret your past. They're its finest fruits. Sometimes the only ones.

If you in the morning Throw minutes away, You can't pick them up In the course of a day. You may hurry and scurry, And flurry and worry, You've lost them forever, Forever and aye.

Hard to hide a weapon after you've shot yourself in the head.

That for the rest of her life she'd long to hold that hand one more time, and no matter how many other hands she held, she would never find one as warm and soft.

I was her punishment, certainly, she thinks, taking the empty suitcase out from under the bed. As she was mine. But remind me again of our crime?

recent survey indicated that people who've had plastic surgery appeared to have shed only three years on average off of their age. Which three years, I wonder? Fourteen to seventeen were relatively breezy but I barely slept for the first three years of my son's life and if I could reverse that damage, it might be worth it.

Dancing was the only activity he enjoyed with a woman, and he regretted that court dancing was no longer in vogue. If you want to bed a woman, do it in the bedroom. If you want to seduce her, do it in the dance.

Her smile faded. "Do you know the worst thing about it? I forgot him. Daemon was a friend, and I forgot him. That Winsol, before I was…he gave me a silver bracelet. I don't know what happened to it. I had a picture of him. I don't know what happened to that either. And then he gave everything he had to help me, and when it was done, everyone walked away from him as if he didn't matter.

He wondered if there was a way human males said they were sorry about something without saying they were sorry. Because he wasn't sorry about being angry.

But the only time she'd mentioned Daemon, his name had sounded like a promise, like a caress. Blinking back tears and leashing his guilt, Lucivar finished the whiskey and turned to go back inside.

It was hard to be around Jean because he looked at her and saw what Meg's future would have been if she hadn't been brave enough to run away—and if Jean hadn't been brave enough to stay.

He couldn't regret Daemon's and Lucivar's existence, but he'd tortured himself for centuries with reports of what had been done to them." - Saetan

Was she cold? If he'd stayed with her last night, she wouldn't be cold.

Vlad said, sounding regretful. Simon replied.

When you are falling in love it is always already too late: d?ute, as the poets say.

Dionysus does not explain or regret anything. He is pleased if he can cause you to perform, despite your plan, despite your politics, despite your neuroses, despite even your Dionysian theories of self, something quite previous, the desire before the desire, the lick of beginning to know you don't know. If life is a stage, that is the show. Exit Dionysus.

H of H: I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin. Th: Give me your hand. H of H: I'll stain you. Th: I'll take it.

There are regular towns and irregular towns, there are wounded towns and sober towns and fiercely remembered towns, there are useless, but passionate towns that battle on, there are towns where the snow slides from the roofs of the houses with such force that victims are killed, but there are not empty towns (just empty scholars) and there is no regret. Now move along.

Repent means "the pain again.

In later years this is the one memory he wishes would go away and not come back. And the reason he cannot bear her dying is not the loss of her (which is the future) but that dying puts the two of them (now) into this nakedness together that is unforgiveable. They do not forgive it. He turns away. This roaring air in his arms. She is released.

I have all my regrets between pouring the wine and reaching for the glass.

Yesterday, when we were packing, Julius asked me, "If you could rub Tulip out of your past life, would you do it?" And I had to shake my head. I can't regret the times we had together. Sometimes I worry I won't have times like that again, that there will be no lit nights, no incandescent days. But I know it's not true. There can be colour in a million ways. I know I'll find it on my own.