Quotes About Regret

Recordó arrepentido su último ligue con una loca levantada en el Nueve, una diseñadora de vestuario mimosa hasta el empalago. Fue como acostarse con un malvavisco.

Una noche calurosa de mayo, cuando ya andaba a medios chiles, perdí por

Conocía demasiado bien la soledad. Y ahora sería más cruda que antes, pues tendría clavado como un aguijón el recuerdo de la dicha fugaz que había conocido.

No todo el mundo sabe que a Veracruz y a sus playas lejanas no pienso en la vida nunca volver. Fui feliz allí, el mes pasado, en noche de luna llena, en Los Portales, ni antes ni después de esa noche, en el último mes de julio de mi juventud. Pero no pienso en la vida nunca volver, pues sé muy bien que la nostalgia de un lugar sólo enriquece mientras se conserva como nostalgia, pero su recuperación significa la murte.

Era valiente', nos dijo, 'pero yo tengo resaca y no estoy para perdonar la vida de nadie.

That was horrible. Horrible. That poor little guy." Pex was unrepentant. "Yeah, well, he asked for it. Calling us ... all those things." But---buried alive! That's like in that horror movie. Y'know -- the one with all the horror." I think I saw that one. With all the words going up on the screen at the end?" Yeah, that was it. Tell you the truth, those words kinda ruined it for me.

On Saturday, he ate through one piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon That night he had a stomach ache.

Like a fool, I fell in love with you, Turned my whole world upside down

Let It Grow," and it was several years before I realized that I had totally ripped off "Stairway to Heaven," the famous Zeppelin anthem, a cruel justice seeing as how I'd always been such a severe critic of theirs.

Torschlusspanik. It basically means that you're seeing the window of your life closing and you're terrified.

It is raining so the earth has turned mostly to mud, and I think of what the minister said when my brother died: "The rain comes and washes away his prints, so we can move on." I wished for drought instead, so we wouldn't lose every trace, but it rained for a week straight, and despite it being April, three feet of snow landed to make sure the job was done for good.

When our hearts turn from the Lord, they always turn toward foolishness, to things that won't satisfy and to seasons that will be filled with regret. When our hearts turn from the Lord, we move toward implosion.

Men weary as much of not doing the things they want to do as of doing the things they do not want to do.

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations,Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations:Oh how the ghost of you clings!These foolish thingsRemind me of you.

We may only imagine the scene, the old man, the rough ex–sea captain who had so loved little Wilberforce as a boy, and who had entertained such hopes for him, only to see them dashed.

Maybe I should have been more appreciative of what we did have together. Sometimes I ask myself what gave me the right to judge him? Did I do what I could in this marriage? So many questions and so few answers. But I guess I will have lots of time to think about them. Lots of time to reminisce. Lots of loneliness.

The past is littered with regret, the future bound by anxiety. The time is always now.

I remembered a joke I'd once heard, that if you play a country song backward, you get back your girlfriend, your dog is no longer dead, and your brother is released from prison.

If she were alive today, she would be ashamed of me. I'm trying to change that.

Anger is really disappointed hope.

Mein Charakter ist meinem Verstand in keiner Weise gewachsen. Ich bedaure das aufrichtig, aber ich tue nichts mehr dagegen.

I wandered through the streets thinking of all the things I might have said and might have done had I been other than I was.

To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.

The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.