Quotes About Regret

No hagas lo que no puedas deshacer, hasta que hayas considerado lo que no podrás deshacer cuando lo hayas hecho.

If I gave Bee to Riddle and Nettle, I could undertake the Fool's vengeance. That traitorous thought made me want to vomit.

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

Her head leaned on his shoulder, and they walked slowly. It took forever for them to be out of sight. That night I got drunker than I had ever been, and awoke the next day in some bushes halfway up the keep road.

My father had already forgotten him. He had suddenly

Time is an unkind teacher, delivering lessons that we learn far too late for them to be useful. Years after I could have benefited from them, the insights come to me. Now

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

It's too late to apologize for I have already forgiven you." -FitzChivalry Farseer

Too late to apologize, I've already forgiven you.

Time is an unkind teacher, delivering lessons that we learn far too late for them to be useful. Years after I could have benefited from them, the insights come to me.

How she wished she'd asked Father more about this Jack Ludgrove instead of storming out in a huff.

Owing to our first-formed parent's injury, the maker grieved; when he bit the baleful apple and thereby collapsed in death, he himself the wood then marked out that wood's damage to repair. —Venantius Fortunatus

my heart grieves for the one who could have told me stories of sweetgrass. All my life I have felt that loss. What was stolen at Carlisle has been a knot of sorrow I've carried like a stone buried in my heart.

You could love something and still understand it had ruined your life.

you know no one wanted to see the old boy go. I bet where ever he is, the fishing's good" "Given his surely behavior, the fish might be fried where he is,

Rick was dying as he watched. Of course, he hadn't bothered going to her graduation, nor had he given her a card or even congratulated her. And he wanted those arms around him, those lips on his cheek. Not that he'd done one thing to deserve it. Jack

Perfect families don't just happen. But they can be made. Mistakes, regret, repair.

It's cataloguing all my sins that has me hung up. For all my talk of honesty, there's only so much scrutiny I can handle. Though asking for forgiveness is also an issue. How do you apologize to the dead?

But welcome to the world of being a survivor. You make it out alive, and yet you spend the rest of your life wondering woulda, coulda, shoulda.

We can walk his last steps. We can retrieve his bones to be laid to rest next to his mother's. But we'll still never know everything that happened to Tim. Sooner or later, his father and his friends will have to come to terms with that. That the quality of their future sleep won't be determined by a visit to his grave, but by their ability to let go.

Unfinished business. An addict's life is filled with such instances. The coulda, woulda, shouldas that will never happen again.

How many men do y'all reckon there are in the world? What—three, maybe four billion, and of all of those potential mates, he's the bastard I picked to have kids with. I should have my head examined.

I don't understand it, you know. I was married for forty years before the Good Lord took my Aggie. I would've given my right arm and probably my left for a few more years with her and today . . . most marriages are thrown away before they've even begun. A shame, that's what it is, a damned shame.

I'm really sorry I can't pay you back," I said. He shook his head. "My father's going to take everything you own and then break your life. It's the least I can bloody do.