Quotes About Regret

And I want you to understand: I felt terrible. I've felt awful virtually every time I've had one of my on-court meltdowns, with the exception of a few occasions when I really believed I needed to let someone have it. But those really are the exceptions. I've apologized a number of times afterward to umpires and players. And to anyone out there who felt they deserved an apology but didn't get one: I apologize now.

You were a beautiful child," he heard himself saying, and for a moment he did not know to whom he spoke. Light swam before his eyes, found shape, and became the face of his daughter, lined and somber and worn with care.

He felt a keen regret that he had spoken so of Dave Masters, the defiant boy they both had loved, whose ghost had held them, all these years, in a friendship whose depth they had never quite realized.

you are moving to the death of having to describe the real face of your life to your God in his priest, and to beg forgiveness, and promise, for there is still time.

The hours I had spent like that, making my fingers simper at each other. I would never write about that. It was enough I had wasted the time once. I would never waste more time by writing about it.

It was the golden time of year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and melt and stretch for hours, and the brick facades glowed pink, and everything blue got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get? Why did I seem always to be in the wrong place, listening to the wrong music?

At the same time, it seemed certain to me that someday I would really want to hear his voice and wouldn't be able to, and I would think back to the time that he had invited me to call him, and it would seem as incomprehensible as an invitation to speak to the dead.

It can be really exasperating to look back at your past. What's the matter with you? I want to ask her, my younger self, shaking her shoulder. If I did that, she would probably cry. Maybe I would cry, too.

At the same time, it seemed certain to me that someday I would really want to hear his voice and wouldn't be able to, and I would think back to the time that he had invited me to call him, and it would seem as incomprehensible as an invitation to speak to the dead.

Leland had once read an interview with Toni Morrison where the author said she regretted a third of her life. Leland's percentage was running a bit higher than that.

William Carlos Williams? "This Is Just to Say"—yes, Dabney had always loved that poem. In the years of Agnes's growing up, a copy of the poem had been taped to the refrigerator door. It was an apology poem—forgive me, they were delicious, so sweet and so cold. Box was holding out the plum and a bottle of chilled Perrier with a silly grin on his face. Celerie

Leland had once read an interview with Toni Morrison where the author said she regretted a third of her life.

didn't understand how lucky I was to have her until she was gone.

Life gave me another chance to be happy. Only an idiot

If I had stayed on Nantucket in 1993 instead of going home…my sister's life, my friend Jake's life, and my friend Fray's life all would have been different.

I want my money back!

You know how things like that sometimes happen, Kelley. Come on. That was the year you turned fifty. You were miserable, and so was Mitzi. You were at the Bar all night with your ex-wife, for God's sake.

Sometimes you regret the things you do, but they're over and done. Regretting the things you didn't do is tougher, because they're still out there… haunting you. The what-ifs.

Is there anyone in the world more fascinating than the woman you lost out to?

Tarik was dead. Lumeo was dead. An

Sorry. I seem to have caused a mess our last time around.

I have acted in a way that violates my obligations to my family and violates my, or any, sense of right and wrong. I apologize first and most importantly to my family. I apologize to the public, whom I promised better.

Live, so you do not have to look back and say: 'God, how I have wasted my life.'

I never look back, except to find out about mistakes… I only see danger in thinking back about things you are proud of.