Quotes About Regret

It is not possible, I frequently think, to walk down the street as fast as you can and kick yourself at the same time.

When I was a child, Theodora said lazily, '--many years ago,' Doctor, as you put it so tactfully--I was whipped for throwing a brick through a greenhouse roof. I remember I thought about if for a long time, remembering the whipping but remembering also the lovely crash, and after thinking about it very seriously I went out and did it again.

am pleased that you are repentant, but you have taken far too much of my time.

He turned down the passageway to their little parlor, and sent the door swinging open with a crash. Losing my temper will not help, he said, and gave the door a vicious kick.

For one thing, it had suddenly come to Natalie that when people were sober they repudiated everything they had done when they were drunk, and when they were drunk they repudiated everything they had done when they were sober.

It's all my fault, anyway." That was her new way of thinking.

Hugh Crain," Theodora said, "you were a dirty old man, and you made a dirty old house and if you can still hear me from anywhere I would like to tell you to your face that I genuinely hope you will spend eternity in that foul horrible picture and never stop burning for a minute.

When I was a child," Theodora said lazily, "—'many years ago,' Doctor, as you put it so tactfully—I was whipped for throwing a brick through a greenhouse roof. I remember I thought about it for a long time, remembering the whipping but remembering also the lovely crash, and after thinking about it very seriously I went out and did it again.

Mr. Halloran had been crying, but this was not unusual; since he had been made to realize that he would not, now, be vouchsafed a second run at youth he cried easily and often.

Dunque alla fine mi svelo: sono un mascalzone, per aver creato alla leggera, e un malvagio, per aver distrutto senza pietà. Non ho scusanti.

We both loved each other. But we never spoke of it. Kept it to ourselves. So passed our best years.

As he grew older, his voice became rusty and only the weeping remained—but it was the sort of weeping that could move a wall, or wake the dead.

I weep to think of all the tricks you've played on me since I've had you for a husband …and now, as if all that weren't enough, you decide to become a circus clown. A penny-a-liner! And to think there are even worse fools than you who will pay to read what you write!

Then she held out her hands, though all she could say was a single whispered word: "Pa-pa …" Please don't think any worse of me for having tears in my eyes now.

I should have listened to my mother when she said, "Never throw your luck out with the dish-water …

Meanwhile, I'm having stomach trouble. It shouldn't happen to you but all that iced cream has done me no good.

You say you're going like a house afire, Mendl? Why don't you jump into the flames! I wouldn't come see you in Boiberik if you were on your deathbed!

But she was looking into the past, trying to understand when it was that all the laughter died.

Not now.It's too late.It was always too late.

Nothing lasts forever. Nothing. How could everything have gone so wrong…so wrong…so wrong…

Aber wenn das menschliche Schuldgefühl auf die Tötung des Urvaters zurückgeht, das war doch ein Fall von 'Reue', und damals soll der Voraussetzung nach Gewissen und Schuldgefühl vor der Tat nicht bestanden haben? Woher kam in diesem Fall die Reue?

What we miss—what we lose and what we mourn—isn't it this that makes us who, deep down, we truly are. To say nothing of what we wanted in life but never got to have.

It would undo me, I think, to glimpse some familiar piece of clothing, or a certain book or photograph, or to catch a hint of your smell. And I don't want to be undone like that, oh my God, not with your widow standing by.

could I justify doing something with my life, my one wild and precious life, that I knew, undone, would not be missed?