Quotes About Regret

Old age means realizing you will never own all the dogs you wanted to.

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better...

By the time I knew it was a mistake, it was too late to come back. That's usually how it is.

She seemed almost to have a perverse impulse to make anyone who cared about her regret it, to find the thing that would most appall those people and then do that until they had to run away as a matter of self-preservation.

It'll always bother you, wondering what you missed out on," Merrin said now. "That's how men are. I'm just being practical. I'm not waiting to get married to you so I can fight through your midlife affair with our babysitter. I'm not going to be the reason for your regrets.

He had been a demon for just two days, but the time when he knew what it was like to be loved seemed to exist in a hazily recalled past, to have been left behind long ago.

After he pulled the trigger, Bing sat with the old man and listened to the rain rattle off the roof of the garage, while John Partridge sprawled on the floor, one foot twitching and a urine stain spreading across the front of his pants. Bing had sat until his mother entered the garage and began to scream. Then it had been her turn—although not for the nail gun.

Renée winced. "It turned out to be The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter. Our only copy. If I had known what he was going to do with it, I would've given him a copy of Atlas Shrugged." "On

Vic had gotten rid of the Hoff years ago. The Hoff was a loser, and Trans Ams were oil-leaking shitboxes. She didn't miss him.

She was working on the eighth step of her program and was here in Haverhill to make amends. For years she had not wanted Linda to know Wayne, to be a part of his life. She took pleasure in limiting her mother's contact with the boy, felt it was her job to protect Wayne from Linda. She wished now there had been someone to protect Wayne from herself. She had amends to make to him, too.

They led me into things that I regretted in the moment but were later a pleasure to remember. Real sin, I think, produces the same emotions, in the exact opposite order.

Later, she thought, not imagining that there wouldn't be a later. Not for Father Storey.

Thank you, Maggie. For everything. For trying to warn me. For helping me. I'd give anything to take back the way I acted when I saw you in Haverhill. I was scared of you. That's not an excuse. There isn't any excuse. There's a lot of things I wish I could redo. You can't imagine. I wish there was something I could do to show you how sorry I am. Something I could give you besides words.

Gail looked out at the water, wanting to hear it again, that soft foghorn sound, and she did, but it was inside her this time, the sound was down deep inside her, a long wordless cry for things that weren't never going to happen.

An old flame," Harper said.

Parte dele queria mais: um último beijo, uma última foda, um último trago, ou talvez algo mais profundo, perdão, redenção.

She wished she were not so aware of the vast gulf between what the men in her life thought she was worth and her actual value. She had, it seemed to her, always asked and expected too much and given too little. She seemed almost to have a perverse impulse to make anyone who cared about her regret it, to find the thing that would most appall those people and then do that until they had to run away as a matter of self-preservation.

Pensou se eles ao menos conheciam o original que aquela canção parodiava, 'Hey Jude'. Provavelmente não. Eeei tu, pra quê chorar se você friiitar vai ser bem meerdaaa, Que pena! Você virar um carvão! Quem vai varrer sou eu, E catar as cinzas.

money he didn't have, but fuck it, that was the easiest kind to spend—and

Was there any human urge more pitiful—or more intense—than wanting another chance at something? His

I was so scared of doing the wrong thing I hardly ever did the right thing." Vic

You know, we might've fucked up the planet, sucking out all the oil, melting ice caps, allowing ska music to flourish, but we made Coca-Cola, so goddamn it, people weren't all bad." "As

Espero que, si hay otra vida después de ésta, no nos juzguen demasiado severamente por lo que hicimos mal aquí. Que nos perdonen los errores que cometimos por amor. Estoy seguro de que aquello, dejar ir a alguien así, tiene que ser un pecado.

For me, a life long bookworm, there was nothing quite so awful as the though of dying fifty pages from the end of a good novel.