Quotes About Regret

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Why look'st thou so?'— With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS.

died. But he couldn't take the

Drunkenness, she had discovered

Hoot, the odds are good that we're going to locate bones, and that'll be all that's left of those ladies who had futures, dreams, and people who loved them. Now, can you look at the faces in those pictures and still whine about a little bad weather? Hmm?

because in point of fact we would have come flying if we had known remotely how much he was suffering.

More than any of us, she had written her own story; yet she could not wash it out with all her tears, return to her victims what she had torn from them, and by so doing, save herself...

It does no good to regret the past... yet regret remains just the same.

El amor es como una borrachera. Cuando uno tiene la botella al lado se siente feliz. Pero luego se acaba, uno se duerme y al otro día se despierta con dolor. Después uno promete no volver a tomar... ¿Todavía la quiere?

Lo peor no es la muerte. Es la tristeza de los que quedamos vivos. Es el vacío.

I should have loved,' Hal said after a very long silence. Neville's eyes filled with tears. ' Aye. You Should have loved.

Usually people avoided mentioning Abel's name, as if he'd done something unforgiveable. Which I guess he had: He reminded people of the cruel unfairness of life, and the closeness of death.

I used to think I preferred getting old to the alternative, but now I'm not sure. Sometimes the momotony of bingo and sing-alongs and ancient dusty people parked in teh hallway in wheelchairs makes me long for death. Particularly when I rememver that I'm one of the ancient dusty people, filed away like some worthless tchotchke.

Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!

Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.

Sometimes the monotony of bingo and sing alongs, ancient dusty people parked in the hallway in wheelchairs makes me long for death, particularly when -- remember that I'm one of the ancient dusty people, filed away like some worthless chotski.

Age is a terrible thief.

age is a terrible theif

I got this strong feeling of missing him, like he was someone who I loved who had died and gone away, someone who was mostly a memory. I wanted to grab him and say okay, I was sorry about Tommy, it was just a stupid mistake and I knew I'd hurt him and I wish I hadn't. Because I did love him. I did.

There are so many pieces to grief. Sad pieces, angry pieces, guilty pieces, pieces of regret, and pieces that are a certain kind of pain that doesn't even have a word.

Whether you made your choices with your eyes open or closed, they're made. It's not time to regret them; it's time to live with the consequences.

Bayla, is this how you'd kill me? she asked out loud. There are easier ways. You could send another snake. I am sorry I ate the first one. Hearing her own voice made her feel braver. He was delicious, though

He wanted to believe nothing had happened, that their night on the river ended like any other night.

But then I see his face. See the words he wrote. See them on my computer screen. See them etched into my brain. Feel them etched into my heart. Know them deep in my soul. Remembering. Don't want to remember. Don't want to live. Tear rolls down my cheek.