Quotes About Regret

most people think they will regret foolish actions more than foolish inactions.

in the long run, people of every age and in every walk of life seem to regret not having done things much more than they regret things they did

Qué diera hoy por saber esto ayer!

There is no refuge from confession but suicide; and suicide is confession

It is certainly to be regretted that we have so many things to do and our business day is so fully occupied that somehow or other we seem to make mistakes which could have been avoided if we had really spent the time necessary to think the matter through to a logical conclusion.

Like serial killers and three of the worst men I ever dated, I never really had a grasp on what I was supposed to feel sorry about. Week after week, I filled the confessional with lies. I yelled at my teacher. I stole my best friend's favorite toy. I kicked a dog. I punched my brother in the nuts.

Otela mi je, Igore brate, moju sebi?nost, moje remekdelo!

Kozorogi, što me nisi poštedeo toga! Što si mi pomogao da srušim spomenik od zlata, od mesa, od mese?ine. Euridiko sliko, Euridiko senko, Euridiko — kurvo kamenjarko!

Speech is oft repented, silence never

I was her world, yes, and I was at that point we all reach where I was denying she was mine. I'd never quiet forgive myself for that.

There is no greater grief in misery than to turn our thoughts back to happier times.*

There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness.

There is no greater sorrow Than to recall a happy time When miserable.

For to lose time is most displeasing to him who knows most.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

This miserable state is borne by the wretched souls of those who lived without disgrace and without praise.

What sweet thoughts, what longing led them to the woeful pass.

These wretches, who never were alive.

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

When vain desire at last, and vain regretGo hand in hand to death, and all is vain,What shall assuage the unforgotten painAnd teach the unforgetful to forget?

My name is Might-have-been;I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell.

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell

Aun así, soy de los que opinan que nunca es demasiado tarde para volver a ese sitio donde nos desviamos y tomar la decisión correcta. Soy de la idea que nunca es demasiado tarde.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.