Quotes About Regret

Leave a mark on the world. Instead, the world has left marks on us. We got older. Life chastened us so that now we lie waiting to die, or walk on canes, or sit on porches where once the young juices flowed strongly, and feel old and inept and confused.

There is some history that I want not to have happened. I resist the consequences of being Nemesis.

Even while you paid attention to what you must do today and tomorrow, you heard the receding sound of what you had relinquished.

To be young is all there is in the world. They talk so beautifully about work and having a family and a home (and I do, too, sometimes) --but it's all worry and head-aches and respectable poverty and forced gushing. Telling people how nice it is, when, in reality, you would give all of your last thirty years for one of your first thirty. Old people are tremendous frauds.

No real English gentleman, in his secret soul, was ever sorry for the death of a political economist.

Every place that I have lived haunts me. I always feel like I was never attentive enough and that I missed something, when in reality it's so much more, I missed volumes.

If you wait, you grow old, nothing more.

I want to say that probably 24 hours after I told CBS that I was stepping down at my 65th birthday, I was already regretting it. And I regretted it every day since.

The great sadness of my life is that I never achieved the hour newscast, which would not have been twice as good as the half-hour newscast, but many times as good.

Poor Jim JayGot stuck fastIn Yesterday.

I know I'm tired of thinking about what I should have done yesterday. I know I'm just tired. If I knew what to do with my life, how to fix it up, I would have done it a long time ago. You can't dig that? You think I want to live like I'm somebody's throwaway?

All of us have so much more time than we use well. How many hours in a life are spent in a way of which one might be proud, looking back?

The older you get the more you live in the past

Once things have passed and become irretrievable, we tend to see them with a hazy, golden glow.

Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyesMay weep, but never see,A night of memories and of sighsI consecrate to thee.

I failed, he said, I got talking my ideas. It's my greatest failing.

She sat for a few minutes in the company of her bitter regrets...

But the law's dream - anyone's dream - would be to turn the clock back and stop the bad thing from happening in the first place.

What brings us anywhere? You take one turn instead of another, you meet one woman instead of another, you have good health or you don't, luck vies with misfortune, you break down and arrive at Bellevue in your bathrobe on a Saturday morning or - what was his father's antique phrase - you pulled up your socks and got on with things. Your heart adapted to changing times. Your body did. Or it did not and you passed your days in a muffler of regret. And that was what they called intelligent design.

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Zeit ist doch nichts zum Anfassen, [...]. Wie kann man sie da verschwenden?

Drinking is fun! It makes me feel horrible and sexy!

I am not fit for this office and never should have been here.

It is my greatest misfortune to be too lazy, and by the few mortifications I have already set with on that account I predict many evils in my future life. I have always the inclination to do what I ought; but by continually procrastinating for tomorrow the business of today, I insensibly delay, until at the end of one month I find myself in the same place as when I began it.