Quotes About Regret

Each day is a dry leaf, which never comes back to life again.

Had I known only tells us the regretful stories of yesterday better

You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

I've been embarrassing myself since about birth.

There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life.

I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time......why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time, my greatest regret is how much I believed in the future.

There is no time for regrets. Regrets relate to the past. We have been there. We need to progress to the future.

What a shame. One loses so much when one can't forgive.

Marcus looked down. "Ah, man! This was my favorite shirt. Who tore it?" he asked, trying to pull the ragged edges together.

My parents...were people running from the past, who didn't look back at much if they could help it, and whose whole life always lay somewhere in the offing.

It took me 42 years to write this song, and 5 minutes to sin

I want to fix an image of him in my head, but all I can see when I close my eyes is his body, still and lifeless in my arms. I let him go, and I will never forgive myself for that.

She can feel her vanished talent like a phantom limb, the empty ache of its subtraction from the short list of her assets, and she knows with spiteful certainty that it is gone for good.

Today my uncle died.and i am not feeling sad because he is dead.i am sad about that i can never see him alive again in my whole life.

my uncle died.and i don't feel sad because he died.but i felt so sad when i realize that i will never see him alive again in my whole life.

At the end, a journey based on my imagination will leave me imagining that I should have engaged the very thing I used my imagination to avoid.

The world is full of 'friends' of suicide victims thinking 'if I had only made that drive over there, I could have done something.

Oh my grief, I've lost him surely. I've lost the only Playboy of the Western World.

Revenge, at first though sweet,Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

Her rash hand in evil hourForth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat:Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat,Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woeThat all was lost.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

I would choose so to live that I might stand boldly with my deed without regret throughout eternity.