Quotes About Regret

I swung the door open and relaxed. She wasn't there. I stepped in and shut the door behind me. I had promised God I wouldn't touch anything. I'd just look at what was lying around. If Jane Eyre had only looked around a little, she might have saved herself a lot of heartache.

You're right, Jottie, but what good is it? Rightness is nothing. You can't live on it. You might as well eat ashes." I glanced at Father, his bloodshot eyes and the stain on his pants. I loved him so. Once more, I tired to explain. "This is all we can do; it's all we're allowed. We can't go back. The only thing time leaves for us to decide" -- I picked up Father's hand and held it tight-- "is whether or not we're going to hate each other.

As Nietzsche points out, regret can do nothing to change what has already happened. We just wallow in remorse about something over which we no longer have any control. But if regret happened before a decision instead of after, the experience of regret might get us to change a choice likely to result in a bad outcome.

Our track to nowhere could be refusing to quit our college major even though it's making us unhappy, because we already took so many classes and put so much time into it.

Have you ever had a moment of regret after a decision where you felt, "I knew I should have made the other choice!"? That's an alternative version of you saying, "See, I told you so!

One afternoon when he was there, I burned the living-room carpet down to the weft by placing a boiling coffee pot on top of it. I didn't care. Quite the contrary. I was happy every time I caught sight of the mark as I remembered that afternoon with him. I

On another afternoon I entered Saint Patrice's Church just off the Boulevard de la Marne to tell a priest that I'd had an abortion. I immediately realized this was a mistake. I felt bathed in a halo of light and for him I was a criminal. Leaving the church, I realized that I was through with religion.

Voilà. Ce soir, j'ai horreur d'être allée à ce film soviétique inepte. Peut-être n'avait-il pas envie que je vienne. Et peut-être ne me téléphonera-t-il pas. Le seul point positif : le risque qu'il a pris en me suivant, alors que tous venaient de me voir partir. Vraiment le seul. Bien. Et moi ? Quelle conduite tenir ? Rompre Ã¢â'¬â€œ menacer de rompre Ã¢â'¬â€œ ne rien dire. Le choix est là.

Quand cela m'est arrivé par mégarde, je me rattrapais, je m'en voulais.

Ces souvenirs-là sont terribles chaque fois que je pense : il ne viendra plus, il ne dira plus ces mots-là, d'une manière brève, russe.

En rafale, le dégrisement. Le voir comme un play-boy Ã¢â'¬â€œ ou gorby-boy ! Ã¢â'¬â€œ brutal (pas trop cependant) et jouisseur (pourquoi non). Me dire que j'ai perdu un an et de l'argent pour un homme qui, en partant, me demande s'il peut prendre le paquet de Marlboro ouvert, sur la table. On en vient toujours là, à vingt ans ou quarante-huit ans. Mais que faire sans homme, sans vie ?

Je le revis comme je le vivrai en souvenir. Je pleure en écrivant cela, torturée par la peur qu'il soit déjà parti.

Quand il s'est rhabillé dans le bureau, en regardant son dos, ses fesses, je me sentais prise de cette déréliction, ce dépérissement plutôt, qui conduit à la haine, d'avoir perdu autant de temps (depuis mars, la fin de mon cours sur Robbe-Grillet) pour un homme qui ne voit en moi qu'un cul et un écrivain connu.

Sur les mots qu'on aurait voulu oublier aussitôt après les avoir entendus, prends ma queue suce-moi, il fallait mettre ceux d'une chanson d'amour, c'était hier ce matin là c'était hier et c'est loin déjà, embellir, construire la fiction de « la première fois » sur le mode sentimental, envelopper de mélancolie le souvenir d'un dépucelage raté.

9 heures. Encore une journée à vivre, blanche, et tout cela est ma faute, puisque je n'ai pas eu la force de casser à temps, que j'ai accepté l'absolu « droit du maître » (il vient quand il veut, téléphone idem) et qu'il n'y a pas de bonheur, in fine, dans l'oppression.

This is the book I never read These are the words I never said This is the path I'll never tread These are the dreams I'll dream instead This is the joy that's seldom spread These are the tears... The tears we shed This is the fear This is the dread "These are the contents of my head And these are the years that we have spent And this is what they represent And this is how I feel Do you know how I feel?" ~Annie Lennox

She is why purgatory was invented.

After coitus every animal is sad.

A person will be called to account on Judgement Day for every permissible thing he might have enjoyed but did not.

The absolute low point for me in more than 30 years of professional life was the Brexit vote.

The most profound memory I have from my childhood is burning down my house at 6 years old.

There's never been a time when we've taken progressive action and regretted it.

I don't know if there's a particular project, but one movie that I was really disappointed I didn't get to work on was Judd Apatow's 'Walk Hard.'

I have done so many stupid commercials and terrible other little projects that never went anywhere and just ended up being terrible.