Quotes About Regret

So per esperienza che il rimorso è capace di irrompere da una breccia piccolissima e inondare il paesaggio, dimorandovi in pozze e umori con la stessa naturalezza dell'acqua.

La infancia no dura para siempre. Algún día lo lamentarás. Pronto serás tan alta como yo.

He had a way of anticipating memories he particularly didn't want to have.

Srebrenka lived down at the end of my street. One morning I was supposed to get together with her for coffee, but it was raining like hell all day, so I never went. And that rainy afternoon, she actually did it: she committed suicide. But—when we Slavs do things, we do them big!—she committed not just single but quadruple suicide: She turned on the gas in the oven, cut her wrists, took sleeping pills, and hanged herself.

You lived like a fool and you have come to a fool's end.

Ah, Sicily, Sicily, he thought, you destroy your best and bring them to dust.

Nostalgia is cowardice

Había sentido un dedicado malestar, una quieta nostalgia. ¿El amor, Zavalita? Entonces nunca habías estado enamorado de Aída, piensa. ¿O el amor era ese gusano en las tripas que sentías años atrás? Piensa: entonces nunca de Ana, Zavalita.

Juventud, cuyo recuerdo desespera!

Per colpa sua, le illusioni che fanno dell'esistenza qualcosa di più d'una somma di cose routinarie, si erano spente. A tratti, mi sentivo un vecchio.

To understand that you have blown it, that you can never fix it is one of the worst feelings ever.

When you grow up--and from the look of things, you have awhile--but you learn things never go back to normal simply because everyone's sorry. Sorry is ridiculous.

Look around. It's almost gone. If only someone had told me that before. About life. If only I had understood.

It was always surprising to me how ferociously the public mourned a beautiful stranger -- especially one from a famous family. Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own lives, be rid of it, feel lucky and light for a few days, comforted by the though, At least it wasn't me.

Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own lives, be rid of it, feel lucky and light for a few days, comforted by the thought, At least that wasn't me.

Mostly I thought of Martha, who she was and what she had done for me. There wasn't a moment of my life that I didn't owe to her. Sometimes it rendered me listless and sad, made me say no to the frat party, the Sunday-night pizza feast, the Spring Fling, and I'd hole up alone in my dorm, drawing or writing lyrics, left with the painful truth of it, how the people who change us are the ones we never saw clearly at all, not until they were gone.

Look around. It's almost gone. If only someone had told me that before. About life. If only I had understood.

LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO BE LIVED BADLY

In retrospect, I can see that I had always known that it wouldn't between us. But after my pitiful love story in Vienna, I needed to believe in someone again...

What do you want me to say, sir? That I'm the vegetable that I refused to become, that I'm so disappointed in myself that I can no longee look at myself in the mirror? That I hate myself?

Ouch! What are you doing, Karl, you broke my skull!

I'm going to die and my son farts in my face... what a waste!

A vast tenderness swept him, and a great reverence. Now she belonged to him and her face was his to shield. In regret and joy he draped her, his personal Torah, which now must be returned to the ark to await their covenant.

It was a stupid, insane, suicidal idea. Which makes it quite hard to explain why I decided to help. I guess it boils down to this. Charlie was my best friend. I missed him. And I couldn't think of anything better to do. Really stupid reasons which were never going to impress the police, the headmistress or my parents. Looking back, I reckon this was the moment when my whole life started to go pear-shaped.