Quotes About Regret

He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

Don't regret it when you don't come to see me. I think I'm timeless. You're here now and you've remembered me. That's what counts.

Don't go, he said, and his voice was so soft and imploring that it took my breath away. But I was already going. I barely heard him call out to me: I need you. You're the only friend I have. How tragic those words! I wanted to say I was sorry, sorry for all of it. But it was too late now for that. And besides, I think he knew. All life seemed utterly unbearable to me now.

He was tired and full of shame, and if Ernestino and the others wouldn't brave this rain, he would go it alone, he would find some place to sing, some place where, anonymous and numbed by drink, he could sing until he had forgotten everything.

We have the future now," she whispered. "Does it matter that we've wasted so many opportunities to meet in the past?

I wish you hadn't told her. If you must know, I could have done without your telling her I commited statutory rape on the living room couch with her cousin. - Michael Curry

And she and I, we will take that guilt to our graves of whatever we did and didn't do, or had to do, or failed to do

I'm ashamed, ashamed that I want you and that it sustains me to think, just to think, that because of all you've lost, you might love me.

This is when you pray, she thought miserably and quietly. This is when you pray to nothing and no one to take away the terror of what you've done, to make it right, to make it that you never never came here.

Oh, it seems a sin to ask compassion of the dead, those who died in pain, those I couldn't save, those for whom I didn't have the right farewells

Some things one doesn't want to remember.

Why don't people do what they really want to do, Reuben?" he asked. "Why do we so often settle for what makes us devoutly unhappy! Why do we accept that happiness just isn't possible?

But the world was a tomb to me, a graveyard of broken statues, and each of those statues resembled her face.

What a smile. What a dazzle. How I wished for an instant that I had loved him.

Your fall from grace and faith has been the fall of a century.

The woman was forty-one years old, yet she looked both ancient and young—a stooped and pale child, untouched by adult worry or passion. Deirdre, did you ever have a lover? Did you ever dance in that parlor?

She was no longer shaken. If she remembered her screams in the fire she did not care to dwell on them. If she remembered that, before the fire, she had wept real tears in my arms, it made no change in her; she was, as always in the past, a person of little indecision, a person for who habitual quiet did not mean anxiety of regret.

In a fog, I stared at the wounded bouquet of flowers. Pink-throated lilies. I wanted to pick them up. The tiny wounds all over me stung me and hurt me. I hated him that he had made the vase fall over, that the lilies were spilt now on the floor.

Evil is a point of view,' he whispered now. 'We are immortal. And what we have before us are the rich feasts that conscience cannot appreciate and mortal men cannot know without regret. God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately He takes the richest and the poorest, and so shall we; for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves, dark angels not confined to the stinking limits of hell but wandering His earth and all its kingdoms.

I wanted to touch him once more with my cold fingers, but I did not dare.

How could I take from this boy the cup he'd barely tasted? He was a dead creature brought back to life.

I had robbed myself of my own Child of the Blood by my splendid designs.

How dreadful that must have been for Aaron, picking up the trash of my life, with no word of apology from me.

You forgot Oxalá, but he never forgot you.