Quotes About Regret

I realized what a ridiculous lie my whole life has been..

Most of the time now we settle for half and I like it better. But the truth is holy, and even as I known how wrong he was, and his death useless, I tremble, for I confess that something perversely pure calls to me from his memory- not purely good, but himself purely, for he allowed himself to be wholly known and for that I think I will love him more than all my sensible clients. And yet, it is better to settle for half, it must be! And so I mourn him- I admit -with a certain... alarm.

I've always made a point of not wasting my life, and everytime I come back here I know that all I've done is waste my life.

Ah, it's a dog's life. I only wish during the war they'd a took me in the army. I coulda been dead by now.

why did you do it? i search and search and i search, and i can't understand it, Willy. I made the last payment on the house today. Today, dear. And there'll be nobody home. we're free and clear. we're free. we're free... We're free...

I've always made a point of not wasting my life, and everytime I come back here I know that all I've done is to waste my life.

WILLY: I was thinking of the Chevvy. Slight pause. Nineteen twenty-eight . . . when I had that red Chevvy— Breaks off. That funny? I coulda sworn I was driving that Chevvy today.

Ah — h — h — h,' he said. 'I wish I was dead: an' kep' a cawfy shop.

He might say he had made a mistake in moving to this foreign city—it had seemed like a good idea in California, but now where else could he go?

Grab a chance and you won't be sorry for what might have been

By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Sometimes we credit ourselves with a longing to be in some distant spot, whereas, in truth, we are only longing to have the time back again which we spent there---days when we were younger and fresher than we are now.

Mas vamos vivendo nossos belos dias, sem percebê-los; só quando chegam os ruins é que os desejamos de volta. Milhares de horas serenas e agradáveis deixamos passar por nós, sem fluí-las e mostrando má vontade, para depois, em tempos sombrios, dirigirmos em vão o nosso anelo para elas.

The life of a fool is worse than death[1].

Most of our suffering lies in retrospect or anticipation.

When, at the end of their lives, most men look back they will find that they have lived throughout ad interim. They will be surprised to see that the very thing they allowed to slip unnapreciated and unenjoyed by was their life. And so a man, having been duped by hope, dances into the arms of death.

We look upon the present as something to be put up with while it lasts, and serving only as the way towards our goal. Hence most people, if they glance back when they come to the end of life, will find that all along they have been living _ad interim_: they will be surprised to find that the very thing they disregarded and let slip by unenjoyed, was just the life in the expectation of which they passed all their time.

Wir verleben unsre schönen Tage, ohne sie zu bemerken: erst wenn die schlimmen kommen, wünschen wir jene zurück.

Thousands acknowledge they are sinners, who have never mourned over the fact.

There are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot - that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful, sideways staring eyes.

An Urdu couplet by one of his favorite poets, Mir Taqi Mir: Jis sar ko ghurur aaj hai yaan taj-vari ka Kal uss pe yahin shor hai phir nauhagari ka The head which today proudly flaunts a crown Will tomorrow, right here, in lamentation drown.

She described how, when her brother's body was found in a field and brought home, his fists, clenched in rigor mortis, were full of earth and yellow mustard flowers grew from between his fingers.

He broke the eggs but burned the omelette.

Jis sar ko ghurur aaj hai yaan taj-vari ka Kal uss pe yahin shor hai phir nauhagari ka The head which today proudly flaunts a crown Will tomorrow, right here, in lamentation drown