Quotes About Regret

she was only here because she didn't have the guts to be anywhere else. Because she felt like the last guest at an unsuccessful party, too guilt-ridden to leave.

Do you know what STF is? I just ound out, he admitted, and I am so, so,sorry... He tried to look like he meant it, but I could tell that a little smile was peeking out at the corner of his mouth. This is so not funny. I have to wear a plastic suit of armor! Well, Marcus said, stifling a giggle, at least you have a date. And metallics are really in this year.

I don't know is she loves me anymore, or if she hates me, or if she just don't care one way or the other, she ain't showing a thing to me since. Sooth, friendly, nothing. It's all I deserve after what I did to her.

You can give a person a hundred reasons not to love someone, but when it's too late, it's too late.

Lies; they always come back to haunt you.

It's fun to do something dumb. Not something really dumb, like my second marriage. That was really really dumb.

It is not your memories which haunt you. It is not what you have written down. It is what you have forgotten, what you must forget. What you must go on forgetting all your life. —JAMES FENTON, "A German Requiem

twenty-five years in prison.

wanted her to be alive. I had taken alive for granted. Anguish

didn't get to live the full life she deserved. Our feelings were bittersweet, all the time. I was hoping that someday, there would be more sweetness than bitterness

I wonder if there was anything I would have done differently. I hope I would have done everything differently, except I know everything would have turned out the same. That's the meaning of fate.

What stays with me most is a general sense of loss, unease, and longing for the past that cannot be relieved.

One mistake can change the course of your life. You can never return to your original path or go back to the person you were.

So many mistakes. So many errors. So much tragedy as a result. In that moment I understood that the cruelest words in the universe are if only.

That I had been shallow, stubborn, and selfish did not alter the gravity and stupidity of what I had done. I had made the greatest mistake for a woman literate in nu shu: I had not considered texture, context, and shades of meaning.

I wonder if there was anything I could have done differently. I hope I would have done everything differently, except I know that everything would have turned out the same. That's the meaning of fate. But if some things are fated and some people are luckier than others, then I also have to believe that I still haven't found my destiny.

I finally understand what the poets have written. In spring, moved to passion; in autumn only regret.

It's hard for a snake to go back to Hell once its had a taste of Heaven.

There have been plenty of chances to close my eyes and go back to the sleep of my life as it was, but I hadn't taken any of them. Do I wish now that I had? It's hard to answer that question, as the wraiths move closer.

I thought about my brother. I hated him. Hated him like a child hates a fallen hero. I hated him for his unlimited potential and his failure to realize it. I hated him because I could see everything that was wonderful about him, how brilliant, how beautiful he was, and how he had turned his back on everything he could have been, cast it off like a designer suit for which he'd paid an obscene sum and never wore.

The woman I was seems hopelessly naive. I envy her.

There was something eternal about loss, something endless. You could always lose the things you had, but you couldn't always get back the things you lost.

It's all these choices that we could have made, the things we might have done. We see them with perfect clarity only long after the moment has passed. Just thirty seconds either way, and I wouldn't have this story to tell you. I wouldn't be the same person telling it.

She wanted to take those words back. But they were out, shattering in the air all around them, slicing them both.