Quotes About Regret

She has forgotten dying.

Perhaps it was in order to be saved, that Adam did what he did. He feared his ruin, the happiness.

It all seems so sad, so unbearably sad for a second, to think of the lovely old maple with the swing. We never told the tree how much we loved it. We never gave it a name, never did anything for it.

We read all twenty-eight emails. When she is finished, Mirren kisses me on the cheek. "I can't even say sorry," she tells me. "There is not even a Scrabble word for how bad I feel.

It tasted like salt and failure.

By now, you know everything about Jackson Clarke, probably way more than anyone on earth wants to hear. This is all I have to add: I still think about him every day. When I see him, my heart jumps up in my chest. I long for him to talk to me, and whenever he even says hello, I feel a thousand times worse than I did before. I wish he was dead. I wish he still liked me.

If only she could go back in time, Jule felt, she would be a better person. Or a different person. She would be more herself. Or maybe less herself.

I can't even say sorry," she tells me. "There is not even a Scrabble word for how bad I feel.

What a horrible death for those poor, dear, naughty dogs.

I'd think of these images - people dying, a city drowning - instead of thinking about Rosemary, dying, drowning.

It could have lived so much longer.

Don't read my papers," I moan. "Don't." He steps back. "It's up there for anyone to see. Sorry.

Before we became criminals. Before we became ghosts.

Why do you hate yourself?" And before I know it, Gat is lying on the bed next to me. His cold fingers wrap around my hot ones, and his face is close to mine. He kisses me. "Because I want things I can't have," he whispers.

I tore all the roses off a single sad bush and threw them, one after the other, into the angry sea.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd come back one day, and burn that fucking place to the ground.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd come back one day, and burn that fucking palace to the ground.

Kesempatan kedua, boleh saja. Tapi kesempatan berikut - berikutnya hanya akan jadi kesempatan konyol.

Ne pas naître est sans contredit la meilleur formule qui soit. Elle n'est malheureusement à la portée de personne

Take an old man's word; there's nothing worse than a muddle in all the world. It is easy to face Death and Fate, and the things that sound so dreadful. It is on my muddles that I look back with horror - on the things that I might have avoided. We can help one another but little. I used to think I could teach young people the whole of life, but I know better now, and all my teaching of George has come down to this: beware of muddle.

Oh, poor, poor fellow!' said Mrs. Elliot with a remorse that was sincere, though her congratulations would not have been.

he saw from the vastness of the ruin what ecstasy he had lost, what a communion.

An existence transfigured by failure.

Memory's one function is to help us regret