Quotes About Regret

When we waste our time, our time wastes us

When riding my old Harley a ninety per at midnight down the Via Roma in Naples, I kept one consolation firmly in mind: If anything goes wrong, I'll never have time to regret it.

Reason, too late perhaps, may convince you of the folly of misspending time.

It kills me to be time's eunuch and never to beget.

Many of the architects of the Vietnam War became near pariahs as they spent the remainder of their lives in the futile quest to explain away their decisions at the time.

You cannot just waste time. Otherwise you'll die to regret it.

The end we know not; but we wander on, Down the regretful wilderness of time.

I was five years old the first time I got drunk.

The time comes when our hearts sink utterly; When we remember Deirdre and her tale, And that her lips are dust.

I want to take this opportunity to express, one more time, my deep sadness to those countrymen who feel, rightly, that they were victims of my government.

Apparently, I get facials and manicures all the time. I read this and think, 'Oh, I wish I did that!' I don't think I've had a facial since I was 19.

There is a limit circumscribed to your time – if you do not use it to clear away your clouds, it will be gone, and you will be gone, and the opportunity will not return

[Answering the question 'If you had caused the end of the world, what would you do?'] I would try to fix it. I would go to bed on time and brush my teeth.

I regretted the time I wasted on things that did not matter with people that [do] matter.

I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking — by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.

I always wonder, aside from even my name, what if my parents never split up? What if my mother never died? It swirls in my head all the time.

We all do that as human beings, you know? It's what my mom would call shopping on an empty stomach. You're going to buy food that you shouldn't because, at the time, you are reacting to your hunger.

The stars are dead. The animals will not look: We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeated May say Alas but cannot help nor pardon.

Oh, time betrays us. Time is the great enemy.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

There is a longing for a return to a time without the need for choices, free of the regret at the inevitable loss that all choice (however wonderful) has entailed.

Like a lot of people, for a long time I thought that the road to hell is paved with bad sequels.

I should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it.

I never neglected my daughters - quite the opposite - but I suppose I could have and should have spent more time with them.