Quotes About Regret

The trouble with 'if only' is that it doesn't change anything. It keeps the person facing the wrong way – backward instead of forward. It wastes time. In the end, if you let it become a habit, it can become a real roadblock – an excuse for not trying anymore.

Of all cold words of tongue or penThe worst are these: "I knew him when—"

Je moet er toch niet bij nadenken hoeveel afslagen een mens op zijn pad misloopt omdat hij eerder naar zijn twijfels luistert dan naar zijn impuls.

She had poisoned herself - in time.

The saint endeavours to recover a gift which he has lost; the sinner tries to obtain something which was never his. In brief, he repeats the Fall.

I have not moved from there to here without I think to please you, and still an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

Just remember, kid, you can quicker get back a million dollars that was stole than a word that you gave away.

I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

Come back, come back, dear friend, only friend, come back. I promise to be good.

And think of me. It's worth the loss of the world. I'm lucky to see my suffering ended. Alas: my life was little more than a few mild madnesses.

I shall ask forgiveness for having fed on lies. - Farewell

ANATOL: Ach, jak jsme se pak vraceli dom?, v ko?áÃ…â"¢e... jako dÃ…â"¢ív. Položila mi hlavu na prsa. Te? se už nikdy nerozlou?íme - Ã…â"¢ekla... MAX: Probu? se, pÃ…â"¢íteli, a koukej, abys dospÄ›l ku konci. ANATOL: "Už se nikdy nerozlou?íme"... A dnes ve dvÄ› se žením! MAX: S jinou. ANATOL: Nu co; ?lovÄ›k se vždyždycky žení s jinou.

Da cane bastonato, si era di nuovo trasformato in un uomo condannato a percepire le bastonate non come dolore fisico, ma come profonda vergogna.

Davvero, Else, non vuoi più giocare?». - «No, Paul, non me la sento più. Ciao.

Vengeance taken will often tear the heart and torment the conscience.

We can come to look upon the deaths of our enemies with as much regret as we feel for those of our friends, namely, when we miss their existence as witnesses to our success.

I feel sorry for you. One morning you will get up and your dreams will stay in your pillow.

The ghosts of the people we could have been and weren't ... Isn't that what it is? The people we dreamed of being, until we were forced to wake from the dream." She was talking in a monotone, as if reciting from memory a lesson learned long ago. "The ghosts of those whom once we loved but never had, of those who loved us and whose hopes we destroyed out of malice, stupidity, or ignorance.

It seemed to Don Jaime that you could find in the memory of every man the bittersweet shadow of a woman.

However, one certainty floated in the air: that night, at the end of a conversation that should have brought them closer, something had been broken between them, definitively and forever. He did not know what, but there was the unmistakable noise of pieces shattering to the ground about him. The young woman would never forgive him for his cowardice -- or for his resignation.

You can still turn back, he told himself. In that way, none of what happened has ever happened, and none of what will take place will ever take place.

I have only my sins to blame for the state I'm in today.

Y no echas de menos el campo? ¿Correr por ahí tras un conejo? Sonrió, melancólico. —Lo que echo de menos es mi juventud. Ser cachorro o perro joven creyendo que el mundo es tuyo.

There are times when I am ashamed to be a man.