Quotes About Regret

Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels different when they're gone.

How sad for us that I have made a myth of us when what keeps me from sleeping is the memory of...your honest back turned, waiting for me to walk away from you.

Had I known Mama was going away, I would have thrown a rager.

Mama gazes at her own hands while I listen to what an awful kid I am.

To find Mr. Darcy, she would have to go back in time… – Isobella Douglas

how will you feel going to your grave without having tried?

However, how will you feel going to your grave without having tried?

The greatest mistake a man can ever make is to be afraid of making one.

I'm hoping that it is too late for you to flip over on me because it is certainly much too late for me.

Wha-ja-do? Break your doll?

Ten, kto stratí peniaze, toho stratí dosÃ…Â¥. Ten, kto stratí priate?a, toho stratí eÅ¡te viac. VÅ¡etko vÅ¡ak stratí ten, kto zahodil nádej.

Upon the death of her mother-in-law, Elearnor Roosevelt said, "It is truly a tragedy of life to have spent 35 years with someone and upon her death, not to give it a second thought.

starting at a certain point, the future is only a need to live in the past. To immediately redo the grammatical tenses.

So afterward, when you no longer love him, it bothers you just to think that you once wanted him.

Was it possible? She had taken me with her hoping that as a punishment my parents would not send me to middle school? Or had she brought me back in such a hurry so that I would avoid punishment? Or - I wonder today - did she want at different moments both things?

It's hard to explain why, but that regret made me suffer. It seemed to be the sign of a true interest in Lila, something much stronger than the compliments for my discipline as a constant reader. It occurred to me that if Lila had taken out just a single book a year, on that book she would have left her imprint and the teacher would have felt it the moment she returned it, which I left no mark, I embodied only the persistence with which I added volume to volume in no particular order.

I let his rose wither in a vase on my desk, a vase painfully empty of flowers since the long-ago time when, on my birthday, Mario would give me a cattleya, in imitation of Swann. In the evening the flower was already black and bent on its stem. I threw it in the trash.

I cried and cried, as if I had carelessly lost somewhere the most promising part of myself.

What have I done, she thought, dazed by wine, and what is this gold circle, this glittering zero I've stuck my finger in.

I wanted him to see in that plate of pasta everything that, by leaving, he would no longer be able to look at, or touch, or caress, listen to, smell: never again.

She wanted not only to disappear herself, now, at the age of sixty-six, but also to eliminate the entire life that she had left behind.

Ci salutammo alla funicolare e da allora non l'ho più rivisto. Non osai fare domande su Roberto, non chiesi se Vittoria gli aveva parlato di me, se gli aveva raccontato i fatti di casa mia. Dissi solo, vergognandomi: "Mi sento brutta, di cattivo carattere, e tuttavia vorrei essere amata". Ma lo dissi tardi, in un soffio, quando lui già mi dava le spalle.

Is it possible that in all those years she left me nothing of herself, or, worse, that I didn't want to keep anything of her? It is. This

futuro, a partir de cierto punto, es solo una necesidad de vivir en el pasado.