Quotes About Regret

I think the damned souls in hell must spend half their time wondering what it was that they really meant to do.

Blame is a compulsive behavior, the emotional version of obsessive hand washing, until all you can do is hold your palms out till your hands are full of it, and rub, and rub, and accomplish nothing at all.

You could think a grackle was somebody you'd lost, or wronged, or owed a favor to, come back to settle accounts.

Once somebody is dead, the world reveals all the things they might have enjoyed if they weren't.

Never regret the stupidity of enemies

All I can really tell you, laddie, is to live for today. For the moment. Wasting time is the biggest mistake we can make in lo-ove.

I stumbled away. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and just looked at him. "What was that?" His chest rose and fell heavily. "A kiss." "Why?" "Why?" He laughed. His blue eyes suddenly looked so sad. "Because I've wanted to do that for twenty years.

I should have wanted you. I wanted so much to want you.

could i have loved you better? maybe. if that's true, then i'm sorry. could i have loved you more? i don't think it's possible.

It had been worse when he realised he wanted all of her, the laughter he had destroyed, the unconscious pride and dignity he had trampled and the sweet, innocent passion he had shamed.

I will not ask you for forgiveness. What I have done is unforgivable. I was so lost in hatred and revenge. I never dreamed that I could love you so much. You stole what was left of my heart. And now I've lost you forever.

softly, her voice cracking with emotion. "I will not ask you for forgiveness. What I have done is unforgivable. I was so lost in hatred and revenge. I never dreamed that I could love you so much. You stole what was left of my heart. And now I've lost you forever." She paused, wiping a tear. "But I swear, no harm will come to you as long as I live…and not a day shall pass that I won't miss your smile.…

There is no knowledge like the bitter knowledge of old loves.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.

You're right . . . you can't go back. No matter how much you want to, you never can

When someone you love...when they die, you want it undone. You'd do anything to have them back, and it's easy to believe that if only this had happened or that had happened, everything would be fine. And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.

I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.

I don't think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.

Too late, too late, juice pouring does not a kind soul make, and I killed you.

Thus every quarter-hour it puts the taste of death in my mouth, and shows me, but not gently, how I go whoring after oblivion.

Oh, gosh, Olive. I'm so embarrassed." "No need to be," Olive tells her. "We all want to kill someone at some point." (179)

This is the way of life: the many things we do not know until it is too late.

the sense of apology did not go away; it was a tiring thing to carry. —

To deny my husband any chance of comforting me—oh, it was an unspeakably awful thing. And I had not known. This is the way of life: the many things we do not know until it is too late.