Quotes About Regret

Sylvie had an amazing life, but she didn't get to live it very often.

I drink too much. The last time I gave a urine sample it had an olive in it.

Once I pulled a job, I was so stupid. I picked a guy's pocket on an airplane and made a run for it.

Let those who boast of present sinful joys remember what shall be in the future and take warning.

Sometimes two people will regard each other over a gulf too wide to ever be bridged, and know immediately what could have happened, and that it never will.

Some of the key elements of an effective apology include: recognition of the emotional impact of the action on others, an expression of regret, and a commitment not to repeat the negative action. Saying, "I'm sorry that you feel hurt," is not nearly as powerful as saying, "I'm sorry for my poor behavior and for the hurt it has caused you.

I will always be alone, as nobody will be able to replace you. I tried several times, out of despair, in order to not fall lower. But I have never written and will never write letters like the ones you have from me

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown, Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine, Staying home to watch the rain, You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find, ten years have gone behind you No one told you when to run, You missed the starting gun.

To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, "I wish I had known this some time ago.

it was the nature of war to ruin the earth and to separate people, to keep their fates unknown to the ones who loved them, and to fill the minds of the living with various kinds of fear, regret, shame, and anger, and deprive them of all but the most fleeting moments of peace.

The past shouts at you, the ugly words or actions echo down across the years.

And we'll be haunted by our unrealized dreams and know that we have sinned against ourselves gravely.

Someday" ("someday I'll do this, someday I'll do that") is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you.

La vie est pavée d'occasions perdues.

The idea that a professional tracker like Idriss could suddenly start suffering from a sort of poetic remorse, soulfulness, regret at the memory of the animals he had tracked down— such an idea could only come to birth in decadent brains and exquisite sensitivities freshly arrived from Europe — which were the beginning of all our troubles in Africa and elsewhere, be it said in passing.

You know, Chavez, what Kaiser Wilhelm said after he had caused the death of millions? He said: 'Ich habe das nicht gewollt.' I didn't want THIS to happen. A worthy epitaph for mankind.

Men sometimes die much earlier than they are burried.

Life is never too short, we just don't do what we want with it.

From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent. It can only be squandered.

I fear it is my lot, to bide my days in hunchbacked thought, to find what I forgot.

I used to be a poet. My words were traded in marketplaces like pieces of gold. Merchants bought my verses for as much as they paid for saffron and Indian jade. Now I am old... drunk on wine and candle fumes. Alone in this barren room, I speak my psalms to the night air so as to entertain moths before they go off to die. I used to be a poet and my words were gold.

This was the first time I thought of S— that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was beautiful. Even the dirty little pads of her feet were beautiful. I cursed myself then. For once, heaven had sent me Beauty in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down. How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?

When a thing is done, advice comes too late.

They weren't penitent over what they'd attempted; their sorrow reached to the limits of their bodies and no further, all their anguish was in their skin.