Quotes About Regret

Every past is worth condemning.

I did that,' says my memory. —'I could not have done that,' says my pride, and remains inexorable. Eventually the memory yields.

Don't follow it, Fafhrd," the Mouser repeated—a little hopelessly, almost whiningly, it must be admitted. "Don't follow it, I say. It leads only to squidgy death. We can still go back up the rope, aye, and take your loot with us.

When you think of the condition the world is in now you sometimes wish that Noah had missed the boat.

Repentance is not concerned with consequences. This is what distinguishes it from remorse, which is inspired principally by fear of unpleasant consequences

Judas took the money back to the temple priests. So is it always. When we give up our Lord for any earthly thing sooner or later it disgusts us; we no longer wanted it.

Tertullian said: "Penitence is a certain passion of the mind which comes from disgust at some previous feeling.

And as far as wishing goes, I save my wishes for things that can still come true. There's no point in wasting them on the past.

Under the burning sun on the street I began to feel the weight of my ninety years, and to count minute by minute the minutes of the nights I had left before I died.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.

Look at the mess we've got ourselves into,' Colonel Aureliano Buendia said at that time, 'just because we invited a gringo to eat some bananas.

By two o'clock in the morning they had each drunk three brandies, and he knew, in truth, that he was not the man she was looking for, and he was glad to know it. Bravo, lionlady, he said when he left. We have killed the tiger.

Le escribió entonces una carta febril de veinte pliegos en la que soltó sin pudor las verdades amargas que llevaba podridas en el corazón desde su noche funesta. Le habló de las lacras eternas que él había dejado en su cuerpo, de la sal de su lengua, de la trilla de fuego de su verga africana.

Et le spectacle tragique de la salle se terminait en une espèce de parodie, les vieillards s'agitant comme des enfants, les uns prêts à rire, les autres à pleurer, parce qu'ils retrouvaient si vivement en eux la trace de ce qui était perdu. Alors je me dis que c'était trop cruel à la fin et que jamais plus je n'emmènerais Nil chanter pour rappeler l'espoir.

But my last conscious thought was an image of Prince Char when he'd caught the bridle of Sir Stephan's horse. His face had been close to mine. Two curls had spilled onto his forehead. A few freckles dusted his nose, and his eyes said he was sorry for me to go.

Lantern-shine, dim but kind— No starkness in darkness— Even I please the eye. Outside, wind and rain, Weather's fitful wax and wane. Tomorrow's sun will reveal What night conceals. All we lack, regret, know, Forgotten in lamp-oil glow.

Your mother was beautiful." His voice was regretful. "I'm sorry she's dead.

I pushed your boat out of the gentle stream where you were merrily singing and rowing Forgive me life is but a nightmare

the remembrance of them is grievous unto us; the burden of them is intolerable.

General Confession it had been watered down to we are truly sorry and we humbly repent.

If someone had really done you an ill turn and later came to you and said, "I am truly sorry," would that mean as much to you as "the burden of it has been intolerable to me"?

Their looks and personalities were still intact, but some thing had atrophied ever so slightly. Their faces bore the distinct wear of goals gone too long unfulfilled.

My tongue goes to the Secretary of the Dead to tell the corpses, I'm sorry, fellows, the killing was just one of those things difficult to pre-visualize - like a cow, say, getting hit by lightning.

Lo único que me duele de morir, es que no sea de amor.