Quotes About Regret

She was sorry, and rather revolted at his dirty hands, but she laughed in a well-bred way, as though it were nothing unusual to her to watch a man walking in a slow dream.

Daisy put her arm through his abruptly but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It has seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

He was remembering too vividly the youth and freshness of her lips.

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply—I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.

I wouldn't ask too much of her,' I ventured. 'You can't repeat the past.' 'Can't repeat the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Aprendamos a mostrar nuestra amistad por alguien cuando está vivo y no después de muerto

I wish I'd done everything on earth with you.

wishing he had always been as good as he had intended to be

We're getting old,' said Daisy. 'If we were young we'd rise and dance.

For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk. The

I wouldn't ask too much of her," I ventured. "You can't repeat the past." "Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand. "I'm going to fix everything just the way it was before," he said, nodding determinedly. "She'll see.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. (2)

You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person. I thought it was your secret pride." "I'm thirty," I said. "I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor." She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

Je les ai regardé une dernière fois, et ils m'ont rendu mon regard, mais de très loin, sur la rive d'une autre vie. J'ai donc quitté la pièce et descendu les marches, sous la pluie, les laissant là, ensemble.

He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and say: 'I never loved you.

I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

I wouldn't ask too much of her,' I ventured. 'You can't repeat the past.' 'Can't repeat the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!' He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

He left feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found her — that he was leaving her behind.

I've got one more record, she said. -Have you heard 'So Long, Letty'? I suppose you have. Honestly, you don't understand-I haven't heard a thing. Nor known, nor smelt, nor tasted, he might have added; only hot-cheeked girls in hot secret rooms. The young maidens he had known at New Haven in 1914 kissed men, saying There!, hands at the man's chest to push him away. Now there was this scarcely saved waif of disaster bringing him the essence of a continent....

Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.

A woman never knows what a good man she's got till after she turns him down.

For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot. And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.