Quotes About Regret

Honesty was like a stone, dropped and irretrievable once it was spoken aloud

I wished to be forgiven. 'It was always so in the eyes of God,' Shirah told me.

You're better than this," Franny said. "Am I? I see things I can't change, Franny. When I drink I stop the visions. It was in pieces but it's coming together in one picture. And lately, what I've been seeing is an accident. A bad one. And soon.

Shouldn't he have waited?" "Not when you told him to go away. People believe you when you say things like that. You never told him you loved him, did you?

Remind customers they must be careful what they wish for, Isabelle instructed. What's done cannot be undone. What's set into motion takes on a life of its own.

Even now as the graves of these women went untended, and their passings unmourned, the seeds they had scattered turned the hillsides red and orange from May to September. Some called the pirates' bounty flame trees, but to us they were known as flamboyant trees, for no one could ignore their glorious blooms, with flowers that were larger than a man's open hand. Every time I saw them I thought of these lost women. That was what happened if you waited for love.

Have you ever felt that you lost something, and you can't get it back? As though it's been stolen right out from under you? Sure, the barman said. It's called life.

It was the first of many marital disasters, but on the night she eloped anything seemed possible, even happiness.

Elv felt consoled. She'd done such terrible things no one could forgive her, except perhaps for another sorrowful creature who understood the effects of human cruelty, who could lie down beside her and know she hadn't meant any harm.

Perhaps it's always true that when you wreck your own life you blame everyone else for your misfortune.

No matter what, the past would follow around. A sorry soul that only grew heavier in each town. She couldn't run away.

He kept thinking about the life span of a mayfly, and all the time he had wasted, and frankly he wasn't willing to waste any more.

She's reminded of the time when she would get lost on purpose and her mother would look for her, shouting her name as though calling for a lost dog. Now she burns with regret when she thinks that she hid from her own mother. She should have leapt up and waved her arms. She should have gotten into her mom's car and said, Thank you for rescuing me.

The worst thing in the world for a mother is to leave her child. She couldn't bring herself to remember you, because if she did she'd have to leave you behind.

Now whenever he kissed her, she cried and wished she had never fallen in love in the first place. It had made her too helpless, because that's what love did.

Are you asking if I would have been better off if I'd never met my wife, or married her, or lost her? I'll tell you this, a day with her was better than a life without her.

The past stays with a man, sticking to his heels like glue, invisible and heartbreaking and unavoidable, threaded to the future, just as surely as day is sewn to night.

love was never a regret.

words that have been said cannot be unspoken

I would watch his footprints when he went and mourn him before he was gone.

The worst thing in the world is a wish that comes true.

Just like you still think you'll be happier if you run away.

Everything she loved had already happened and had already been.

Only now did I realize what the hermit was telling me, that love was never a regret.