Quotes About Regret

I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.

I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me! He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

This was misery that could not yield, for he sorrowed for a time he could not return to, and a self he would never again be.

You should know by now how easy it is to lose a person just by letting someone walk away from you.

My dream was dead in my arms.

It is irony, is it not, that you live so short a time, and waste so much of it being stupid?

She fell silent, overcome at what humans, in their ignorance, had done.

It's all my fault,' I confessed to her. 'Oh, Fitz, always you are …' She bit back whatever it was she had started to say. More gently she added, 'No one blames you.' 'I blame me.' 'Of course you do,' she said, as if I were a child insisting the moon was a cheese.

Some memories are best left undisturbed. Sometimes, if you forget something, it's because it's better forgotten.

Better to regret unsaid words than repent of words I could never call back. Who

Oh, Traspié, Traspié, muchacho -dijo con la voz cargada de alivio-. Pensaba que te habíamos perdido. Pensaba que te habíamos hecho algo peor que dejarte morir. Sus viejos brazos eran fuertes, tensos, a mi alrededor. Fui considerado con el anciano. No le dije que era precisamente lo que habían hecho.

I'd rather be forgotten for the things people think I've done. And I'd give it all if I could forget the things I failed to do.

Too late to apologize. I have already forgiven you

Why would I waste my time with hate? What was done to me was unforgivable, of course. Completely unforgivable. Those who did it are no longer alive to be punished or to apologize. Even if they were and did, it would not undo what they did.

I'm too old to do this sort of thing anymore. No. You only wish you were.

I would never... do you understand me? I could never desire you as a bed partner. Never." "And that, too, is a thing that we both have known for years. A thing that never needed speaking, those words that I must now carry with me for the rest of my life. We could have gone all our lives and never had this conversation. Now you have doomed us both to recall it forever.

forgiven,' she said quietly to herself. She sounded ill with it. With an oddly gentle finality, she added, 'You

rather be forgotten for the things people think I've done. And I'd give it all if I could forget the things I failed to do.

Why, I suddenly wondered, had I wasted all those hours I could have spent with her? Why hadn't I gone with them, to listen to a bedtime story or nursery song?

Don't do what you can't undo, until you've considered what you can't do once you've done it.

Fool," I began. "Yes. I am that," he said, and left.

Fault and guilt are as useless as apology once the deed is done. Once the action has been taken, all must endure what follows.

I wince to think of the price willingly paid for loving me.

The last scroll was rolled so tight it seemed almost solid. Likely it was the oldest. As I forced it open it broke in pieces: two, three, and eventually five. I regretted doing it, but it was the only way to read it. If it had stayed coiled much longer, it would have crumbled into bits, never to be read again.