Quotes About Regret

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

L]ike DiMaggio putting daily flowers on Marilyn's grave, I find myself compulsively drifting past here every day in a vigil that only reinforces my unredeemability.

When stupid wins, everyone loses.

So much had fallen into the sea. Hats fell in to the sea. Hearts fell into the sea. So much had fallen into the sea

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;He wept that he was ever born,And he had reasons.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,Scratched his head and kept on thinking;Miniver coughed and called it fate,And kept on drinking.

I would have rid the earth of himOnce, in my pride.I never knew the worth of himUntil he died.

And there was no Camelot now -- now that no Queen was there, all white and gold, under an oaktree with another sunlight sifting itself in silence on her glory through the dark leaves above her where she sat, smiling at what she feared, and fearing least what most there was to fear.

Decisions based on emotions, affections, motivations are such a mistake that can victimize you, even others.

Hesitation is such a dilemma of feeling that loses all available opportunities

Just saying; Sorry, cannot compensate, and heal all the griefs and pains that one bore with its tears.

Life is such a chance that lies in your hands; beautify and enjoy or lose and regret.

The sympathy based on motives, indeed, leaves its point of the identity mark, in that the doubts take place as a natural process and lead to any determination. Such sympathy meets regret. The wise people keep them away from that.

Time neither compromises nor stops for no one; thus, one always stays a loser if it fails to avail that.

Shijun, we can't go back.

If you knew the old me, maybe you could forgive the current me.

feel ridiculous," she muttered. "And I feel like a jerk for getting thrown

They loved who they'd each been, and who they might have been … not who they were now.

She had come to the end with Brian, and there was only bittersweet nostalgia.

What else should she have expected? That he'd be here, waiting with open arms for her forever? No. She had hurt him. And he had done what any sane person would do. And now it was too late.

This …this shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry." "Sorry?" Weak laughter bubbled up in her. Sorry was for when you stepped on someone's toe, or when you knocked over a lamp. Not for when you crushed someone's entire world.

There was nothing left to say. He was walking away, taking with him everything she had ever wanted.

He had been far away from home, and something terrible had happened … and it was that something which had taken their lives and blown them apart. She understood too, now, after all these years, that Brian hadn't meant to hurt her.

Guilt always makes the other feelings worse.