Quotes About Regret

The Fugitive" Thanks be to God the world is wide, And I am going far from home, For I forgot in Camelot The man I loved in Rome, And I forgot in Kensington The man I loved in Kew; And there must be a place for me To think no more of you.

You leave me much against my will.

If I had loved you less or played you slyly I might have held you for a summer more

I shall forget before the flickers mate Your look that is today my east and west.

No me extrañaría que se hayan arrepentido de sus ambiciones en el instante mismo de ocupar la presidencia al darse cuenta que trataban de dirigir un país ingobernable.

De aquella etapa recuerdo que arrojaba con alegría el tiempo por la borda, en la esperanza de que el globo alzara vuelo y me llevara a un futuro mejor. Loco anhelo, pues siempre seremos lo que ya fuimos.

No puedo quejarme, porque yo también debo haberle propinado vilezas semejantes. Una lástima. Que lo que quede de diez años de matrimonio sea sobre todo el inventario vergonzoso del daño que nos hicimos.

Vestido azul, que pasará a la historia como el objeto de la primera mentira que le dije a mi novio. La primera de unas cuantas. Mentiras nuevas, mentiras frescas, mentiras recién estrenadas. Me pesan en el estómago como una comida mal digerida. Odio decir mentiras. Me gusta pensar que soy una persona sincera. Me gusta experimentar la fortaleza, la energía que a una le da saber que está diciendo la verdad sin fisuras, sin dobleces, sin ocultamientos.

Aráoz va pensando, mientras abre la puerta y siente la noche fresca, casi fría, que los pasos que damos al principio de la vida son tan hondos que desde entonces no podemos sino caminar una y otra vez por esas huellas. Y es un pensamiento tan deprimente, y a la vez tan complejo para esa hora de la noche, que le resulta cada vez más evidente que a la vuelta no va a conseguir pegar un ojo.

Parece que la quiero, Ofelia. Mil perdones, pero me

Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit. I

Yes, I know, if the American Indians had enforced such a policy none of us pale-faced honkies would be here. But the Indians were foolish, and divided, and failed to keep our WASP ancestors out. They've regretted it ever since.

You're alive only once, as far as we know, and what could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn't lived it?

You're alive only once, as far as we know, and what could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn't lived it?

What could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn't lived it

I think we should all live on the precipe of life, as fully and as dangerously as possible. Everyone should make the assumption that they're going through life only once. Tomorrow we die. Why not take chances, extend yourself? How awful it is when a person comes to the end of life full of regret.

Everything becomes... too late, finally. You know it's going on... up on the hill; you can see the dust, and hear the cries, and the steel... but you wait; and time happens. When you do go, sword, shield... finally... there's nothing there... save rust; bones; and the wind.

You...you've been here quite a long time, haven't you?" What? Oh...yes. Ever since I married What's-her-name. Uh, Martha. Even before that. Forever. Dashed hopes, and good intentions. Good, better, best, bested. How do you like that for a declension, young man?

Why, when the world gets to understand about it I expect that two men or two women, or a man and a woman, will come in here, and say to me, 'We have quarrelled and outraged each other, we have injured our friend, our wife, our husband; we regret, we would forgive, but we cannot, because we remember. Put between us the atonement of forgetfulness, that we may love each other as of old.

I have grown calm and unrepining with years; and, if I am now shrinking from men, I have derived at least this advantage from the loneliness first made habitual by regret; that while I feel increased benevolence to others, I have learned to look for happiness only in myself.

I need a kid like I need a bad heart. A pretty kid is a ticket to trouble... and I'm too old to ask for that. Shit, I haven't even booked Tommy the Face in two years. I'm turning into a jack-off idiot.

I blame the pencil. I hadn't meant to do it. I wasn't thinking. It just happened that way.

Childhood: it was like trying to chart an entire continent by the brief flare of a firework. Except that you had no idea that this was your only chance to explore for free, and instead you spent the five seconds of precious light gawping at the sky, stuffing treacle into your mouth. And then it went dark again.

There is nothing sadder than a drunk in the rain wishing you well.