Quotes About Regret

Why would I regret bedding a man I have come to love? she asked....

Sip the shame so you won't have to guzzle the regret.

Elmúlt az egész életünk, PaweÅ', és a világ semmivel se lett jobb.

But it wasn't until much later that I learned the sad facts of his death or the sadder ones of his life. By then I could be found in the pavement cafés of Sour Bridge, with a set of my own.

Love will break us all: there are no exceptions. So why try to avoid it? There is no use in an unlived life. Best to let it in. Regret nothing, and when the time comes: shatter, shatter into glorious pieces.   --Ereseya Observations from the End of a Life

Regret isn't like grief; it never lessens, just stays the same. A little hard ball in the pit of your stomach.

Ai dor! Era-me preciso enterrar magnificamente os meus amores. Eles lá iam, mar em fora, no espaço e no tempo, e eu ficava-me ali numa ponta de mesa, com os meus quarenta anos, tão vadios e tão vazios; ficava-me para os não ver nunca mais, porque ela poderia tornar e tornou, mas o eflúvio da manhã quem é que o pediu ao crepúsculo da tarde?

Quem diria? De dois grandes namorados, de duas paixões sem freio, nada mais havia ali, vinte anos depois; havia apenas dois corações murchos, devastados pela vida e saciados dela, não sei se em igual dose, mas enfim saciados.

Estás morto. Gozaste e descansas; mas eis aqui os frutos podres da incontinência; e são teus próprios filhos que vão tragá-los.

Conscience is just the same; it examines itself often whenever it thinks it looks good. And remorse is nothing more than the scowl of a conscience seeing its own vileness.

Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!

Meg's eyes were too bright. "I wish human beings couldn't have feelings. I am having feelings. They hurt.

Ach,' she heard someone saying, 'I left mein ceinture dans le shower ce morgen. Quelle dope ich bin!

No. You can't go back to Patrick. It's possible that you can go forward to him, but only you can know that. If you tried to go back then you'd only have to leave all over again. Nothing can ever be repeated. Ever.

But there it was again. His face, handsome, petulant, impatient, the way he was when he didn't get what he wanted. 'Get out of here, Louis,' she said aloud. 'I've nothing to lose now,' Louis said. 'I'll bring you down with me, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me. I've nothing to lose.' There was a huge truck. The lights of a truck and a terrible shattering of glass and … Then there was nothing.

It ended badly. As everything Helen Doyle had ever touched seemed to end.

You know how sorry he is Nan. You must know how he'd give any of us the moon after he's been—not himself." "It's too high a price to pay for the moon

The sound that comes out of him is choked and smothered, like that of an animal forced to bear a great weight. It is a noise of disbelief, of anguish. Anges will never forget it. At the end of her life, when her husband has been dead for years, she will still be able to summon its exact pitch and timbre.

If only. The saddest two words in any language.

Figuring that "it can't hurt" to intervene "before it gets worse," is an error that many parents who resort to tough love regret forever.

Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days, it'd die of remorse on the third—

Why am I here, says the silence, what have I done, echoes the emptiness, why have I ruined myself in this wilful manner, chuckles the money in the till, why have I been brought so low, wheedles the thoroughfare, to which the only answer was—The square gave him no answer.

It was just possible too of course that he might meet— But suddenly the Calle Nicaragua rose up to meet him. The Consul lay face downward on the deserted street.

Remember Oaxaca? The word was like a breaking heart, a sudden peal of stifled bells in a gale, the last syllables of one dying of thirst in the desert.