Quotes About Regret

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Maybe sometimes in life you just miss your chance

Yes, I made the mistake of falling in love with a man without any feelings. Now it all makes sense.

As I walk along the pavement I'm feeling a bit shamefaced. I should have got out my 120 quid and given it to that man for his baby, instead of buying a pointless scarf. I mean, when you think about it, what's more important? Clothes—or the miracle of new life? As I ponder this issue, I feel quite deep and philosophical. In fact, I'm so engrossed, I almost walk past my turning.

That dream's over," I say shortly. "Partners don't make fifty-million-quid mistakes.

I regret a lot of things, like believing that Joe and I would have grandchildren together one day. But here's the truth: I don't want to feel it. I'm tired of feeling it. I need my outer protective layers to click shut, quickly.

Hello, Philip?" I say into the receiver—then immediately I wish I'd said something thrusting and impressive, like a simple "Yep.

Follow my heart or don't break his. I think in the end I broke a bit of both our hearts

I suddenly hear his voice again: Round-robin emails are the work of the devil. And I sent one out in his name. To the whole company. Without consulting him. Oh

The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.

Men of ill judgment oft ignore the good that lies within their hands, till they have lost it.

We long to have again the vanished past, in spite of all its pain.

It is but sorrow to be wise when wisdom profits not.

TEIRESIAS: Alas, how terrible is wisdom when it brings no profit to the man that's wise! This I knew well, but had forgotten it, else I would not have come here.

You, you'll see no more the pain I suffered, all the pain I caused! Too long you looked on the ones you never should have seen, blind to the ones you longed to see, to know! Blind from this hour on! Blind in the darkness-blind!

Long, long ago; her thought was of that child By him begot, the son by whom the sire Was murdered and the mother left to breed With her own seed, a monstrous progeny. Then she bewailed the marriage bed whereon Poor wretch, she had conceived a double brood, Husband by husband, children by her child.

Show me a man who longs to live a day beyond his time who turns his back on a decent length of life, I'll show the world a man who clings to folly.

Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .

All my love gone for nothing. Days of my love, years of my love.

This is Electra. Brilliant no more.

Electra, grieving for death, for her father, as a nightingale grieving always.

None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind—like the bird who calls Itys! Itys! endlessly, bird of grief, angel of Zeus. O heartdragging Niobe, I count you a god: buried in rock yet always you weep.

May the dead forgive me, I can do no other But as I am commanded; to do more is madness. - Ismene

The griefs we cause ourselves cut deepest of all.