Quotes About Regret

The thing about the hard times, the stupid times, they make you who you are. And regrets—I look back and ask myself if I didn't do a certain thing that I'm really ashamed of, how would that change the present? What would it erase from my current life? What if I hadn't been such a badass idiot back then? Would I have learned the cost of that recklessness?

What's so funny?" he asked. "In the end, you begged." He sighed. "I did. I begged. I'm sorry—I swore to you I'd never beg." "I'm okay with it now," she laughed. "I don't think you'll have to beg again." "That's a relief.

What had he done to her? And why was he kidding himself? He'd never stop loving her. He

He found himself thinking, Paul is going to kill me. I'm thinking carnal thoughts about the maid of honor and how to get her out of this pink dress and Paul is going to kill me. But I will die happy, he further thought. He

He turned and watched her go, seeing Jack standing in the doorway, glowering. Oh, he'd pissed off the big man. Too fucking bad, he thought. Maybe everyone would have been better off if he hadn't made it. He brought bad karma. He

I'm going to do that, you know. I'm going to be with Paige when the baby comes. I'm dying to do that." "Well, I hope you're more prepared than I was. It really took me by surprise." "But you don't regret it, do you?" "Nah. It was awesome," he said. "That's

But he stood there, his eyes riveted on that tattoo. She looked over her shoulder again. "It's called a tramp stamp," she said. "I got it when I was fifteen, to be cool." "I know what it's called. I just can't make out what it is." "It's vines in the shape of my name, and I'm not showing you any more of it. Let's get this show on the road, huh?" "Right," he said, going off to his toolbox.

I missed a lot of life being the perfect student.

I knew in the end I'd hurt you, and I never wanted to hurt you. Shelby, I want everything for you." "I believe you. I absolutely do. You couldn't have loved me the way you did if you didn't care, if you weren't sincere. If I'm hurt, it's just because you're so damn hard to give up. And I'm so damn in love with you.

Goodbye, Luke. You were everything. You were all I needed. I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you. Maybe someday you'll meet someone who is." When

I can't say I forgive her for refusing to indulge the perhapsness of what we might have been, but I understand why she chose to do it, and she never asked for my forgiveness.

It's strange how can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had.

We'd been so good together once, and then we'd rotted, like some corpse with a delayed burial.

The dead never listen when you want to tell them anything.

So anyway, I'm sorry I was a dick.' 'It's fine,' I said. 'No, shut up, I'm atoning.

It's strange how we can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had. And

A beginning of an unfinished conversation that I didn't have the guts to take control of.

Ezra," Cassidy said, sounding tremendously sorry. "You're better off without me. And I don't want to be around when you realize it.

We'd sit down on one of those wooden benches and she'd tell me how she was sorry, and it had all been a mistake. But things like that never happen, except in really awful movies.

These long years later it is worse for I remember what it was as well as what it might have been.

I was rich in those days, for a week I had everything. I wish I'd known you then.

I shouldn't have got married. My dad told me. I was 35 and I got married. He said, 'You're too young to be married'. 'What? I'm 35'. Said, 'You're far too young. You haven't lived yet'. He was right, bless him, thanks, Dad.

It was frightening, though, how little time you got. You only became yourself when you were twenty-three or twenty-four. A few years later, you had an old man's chest hair. It wasn't worth it.

I cried, a bit, as a spoke to Belinda on my mobile phone, in a quiet corner, perhaps the only quiet corner in Jaipur. I told her how I'd hoped Paul would read the forward, that he'd read how much I admired his work and how much I admired him, how much I just plain liked him and loved him. But, even as I spoke, I knew: Paul had always known that. He'd seen in on my face every time we met. What made me cry was the obvious, stupid fact that we'd never meet again.