Quotes About Regret

I can't remember any regrets, to be honest with you.

I can't remember too much about the '80s, to be honest with you... I wish that weren't true, but it is.

If I'm going to be honest with you, I made a lot of mistakes. I made a lot of mistakes in a very short period of time.

In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.

To the former child migrants, who came to Australia from a home far away, led to believe this land would be a new beginning, when only to find it was not a beginning, but an end, an end of innocence - we apologise and we are sorry. To the mothers who lost the maternal right to love and care for their child - we apologise, and we are sorry.

You can't help but... with 20/20 hindsight, go back and say, 'Look, had we done something different, we probably wouldn't be facing what we are facing today.'

It has always felt like a failure that Bjorn and I couldn't keep our family together. You never get it back, but to this day I don't regret splitting up. The reason behind our separation is one of those things I definitely don't want to go into!

You know how you toilet paper and egg somebody's house? I did it, right? But I did it back-to-back nights, Saturday and Sunday. They called the police. Good thing nobody got arrested but that was something embarrassing and stupid. Why would you do the same house twice? It was ridiculous.

Formerly well-respected news organizations and experienced national journalists are making the sorts of mistakes that aren't tolerated in journalism schools. When their mistakes are corrected at all, it's with little seeming regret.

That moment is the one we still repeat here, over and over again, the ordinary, everyday wickedness of turning away.

attachment of great intensity and passion, such as one rarely sees. One could not wish, for oneself or for one's friends, any first-hand experience of such extremity of feeling - it is not conducive to comfortable living. And yet there is about it, when observed, something curiously touching and attractive, so that one almost, absurdly, regrets one's own inability to entertain it.

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

Not everything's perfect, especially in the beginning. And its all right to have a little bit of regret every once in a while. It's when you feel it all the time and can't do anything about it... that's when you get into trouble

That's not a real answer.' Says who?' Says me. I mean real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence.' Clowns.

So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn't even budge.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn't catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.

We made love, and then she threw up.

As a child I liked to piss on the carpet. The carpet rotted and I blamed it on the dog.

Don't even think about it. Who would have children. You have kids, they grow up, they hate you and you die.

He's following me... He needs to have a secret but he can´t help telling the heat is going out of me. The heart is going out of me, and though she cannot remember she cannot forget. Clutching a fistful of sand. What ties me to you is guilt. I crossed two rivers and wept by one I am the beast at the end of the rope Happy and free.

Let the day perish in which I was born Let the blackness of night terrify it Let the stars of its dawn be dark May it not see the eyelids of the morning Because it did not shut the door of my mother's womb

Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn't I wish you hadn't I wish you'd left me alone.

Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night

Dear Queen, of course you don't know me, but could you be the quiet, sore-footed woman who rode with the Raiders in Oromondo? I played the fife and you sang? I fell in love with you but was too much of a coward to admit it? By the way, I saw you die from the Magi's fireball so how did you get to Cascada and on the throne?