Quotes About Regret

In the life of each of us there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.

That night both of us were ashamed. Not only showing our masochism but even worse, not being able to really do it well. We made love again in the bathtub and her halfhearted thrashing became a faded memory.

As my mother says, your forties are when you finally pay for your past mistakes, the cigarettes and sunburns, the Big Macs and smooth-talking men. She may be right.

Because high school only comes around once, and I would hate to look back and think I didn't make the most of every moment because I was scared of what other people thought. Other people never think that much about you anyway. Eleanor Roosevelt said that.

Sometimes if you wait too long, it's too late.

On behalf of all that is good and melodic, Ludwig van Beethoven, I apologize.

One time, two years ago, I took a draught of morphia, meaning to end my life. My mother found me before the life was ended, the doctor drew the poison from my stomach with a syringe, and when I woke, it was to the sound of my own weeping. For I had hoped to open my eyes on Heaven, where my father was; and they had only pulled me back to Hell.

I'm sorry you aren't as brave as you thought you were. But don't punish me because of it.

If I had said, I love you, she would have said it back; and everything would have changed. I might have saved her. I might have found a way—-I don't know what-—to keep her from her fate.

Then I knew how good you were, to come to me, after all you had seen. The first hour they had me there, do you know what frightened me the most? Oh, it was a torment to me!- far worse than any punishment of theirs . It was the thought that you might stay from me; the thought that I might have driven you away, and with the very thing I meant to keep you near me!

It was done the day you took me to that house in Bryanston Square, she said. Or even, the time before that, when you bought me tea. We stood in the sun, and you closed your eyes and I looked at your face...I think it was done then, Julia.

You may say that, now Dawes has gone. You didn't think our locks so hard—nor our matrons, perhaps—when they kept her neat and close, for you to gaze at!

She wished for a moment that they were all children again. It still seemed extraordinary to her, that everything had turned out the way it had.

Right now it just felt . . . inevitable. And unalterable. She couldn't have changed her mind even if she wanted to. She'd fled, and there was no fleeing back. That would be worse than continuing to do nothing, than living with the status quo.

I'm un-leaving you. I made a mistake. I was wrong.

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This time she´d totally own the goodbye and leave him wanting more.

I always thought I hated the bastard, but knowing that I'm never going to get the chance to tell him how much I hated him breaks my heart.

No, the single most humiliating part of the whole fucking humiliating exercise in abject humiliation was that somewhere between then and now, Grace had actually thought Vaughn was a nice guy

Immediately, I wanted to gather up everything I'd just said and stuff it back into my mouth. But once you've said stuff, you can't unsay it. Your words are out there, aren't they? Buzzing around in the quiet of the room so you can hear them echoing back at you...

Then what he said and how he said it won't be important any more. What will be important are all the things you never got to say.

One naturally regrets not being an expert or one of those insiders who thoroughly understand. It's hell to be an amateur. A little reflection calms your sorrow, however. The experts in their own little speedboat, the rest of us floating with the rest of mankind in a great barge that is the picture.

You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half.

Want and sorrow are the gifts which folly earns for itself.