Quotes About Regret

Keep your eyes on that last days, on your dying. Happiness and peace, they were not yours unless at death you can look back on your life and say I lived, I did not suffer.

May the dead forgive me, I can do no other But as I am commanded; to do more is madness. - Ismene, Antigone (The Theban Plays) by Sophocles

The pains we inflict upon ourselves hurt most of all.

Alas for the seed of man.

Though he has watched a decent age pass by, A man will sometimes still desire the world. I swear I see no wisdom in that man. The endless hours pile up a drift of pain More unrelieved each day; and as for pleasure, When he is sunken in excessive age, You will not see his pleasure anywhere. - Choral Poem between Scenes V & VI, Oedipus at Colonus

And the dead man will hate thee too, with cause. Say I am mad and give my madness rein To wreck itself; the worst that can befall Is but to die an honorable death.

The blackest things a man can do, I have done them all!

CREON: Can't you see? If a man could wail his own dirge before he dies, he'd never finish.

To never have been born may be the greatest boon of all.

Oh how she wept, mourning the marriage-bed where she let loose that double brood—monsters— husband by her husband, children by her child.

For dullards know not goodness in their hand, Nor prize the jewel till 'tis cast away.

Oh no no, I think I've just called down a dreadful curse upon myself

To never have been born would be the greatests boon of all !

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!

the stabbing daggers, stab of memory raking me insane.

Fate works most for woe With Folly's fairest show. Man's little pleasure is the spring of sorrow.

And also because - Oh, my darling, my darling, forgive me; I'm going to cause you quite a lot of pain.

But the hand that struck my eyes was mine, mine atone—no one else— I did it all myself! What good were eyes to me? Nothing I could see could bring me joy.

Pitiful, you suffer so, you understand so much ... I wish you had never known.

I, with my eyes, how could I look my father in the eyes when I go down to death?

Worse yet, the sight of my children, born as they were born, how could I long to look into their eyes?

Hopeless frustration devoured my youth.

you and your loved ones live together in infamy, you cannot see how far you've gone in guilt.

Not the shape of one I loved. The ashes of a ghost.