Quotes About Regret

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?

Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver.

We all dimly feel that our transient historical identity is the only chance in all eternity to be alive as a somebody in a here and a now. We, therefore, dread the possibility, of which we are most aware when deeply young or very old, that at the end we may find that we have lived the wrong life or not really lived at all.

Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.

Mutual understanding becomes misunderstanding, when there are no longer commitments, no definite expectations, no responsibilities and no common objectives. Misunderstanding may end up in regret, pain and confusion. ("Mutual understanding" )

Remembering our past can be a healthy exercise. We should yet beware of manipulations of our memory. By sticking to things that torment us, we can be tempted to brood over what should have, could have or would have been done.(no shoulda,coulda,woulda). When we walk down the memory lane, we learn from the past and pick for the present the fundamentals, which can be brought into play for the future. ("Walking down the memory lane" )

The more we are attentive and mindful, the more we can understand and show empathy. We need not, so therefore, bother about regret and remorse, later on. . ( "Island of regret. Island of remorse" )

Thank you for bringing me to ThunderClan. Tell Bluestar I have always been grateful for the home she gave me. This is a good place to die. I only regret that I will miss watching you become what StarClan has destined you to be.

sorry finds no pray

Graystripe pushed past Tigerheart and Whitestorm and crouched beside his old friend. "I would have taken your place if you had let me". His voice was hoarse with grief.

Kill me. Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.

Great; I get to be told I am dead all over again. -Stomfur

There was a pause as Leopardstar strained to take a breath, and Mistyfoot half rose, ready to call for help. Then Leopardstar relaxed again. "I am sorry not to have known the joy of having kits. There was a time when I thought it might happen, but it was not to be." Her words faded away as though she was picturing something she had dreamed of long ago. "Perhaps it was for the best. But I would have been proud to call you my daughter, Mistyfoot.

skidded to the other side and disappeared into the pines. Pelt bristling, eyes wide, Snowfur streaked after them, over the oily Thunderpath. Bluefur froze. A monster was roaring straight at Snowfur. Without slowing down, it slammed into her body. Bluefur heard the dull thump, then the howl of the monster as it thundered away, leaving Snowfur's body lying like a wet leaf at the edge of the Thunderpath. "No!

I don't remember much about my life," he confessed. "I vaguely remember that I wasn't the nicest cat. Well, if I had been, I wouldn't have ended up here, would I? When I was alive, I know I cared a lot about power. But what does that power mean now?" He shrugged. "Nothing. When you spend forever slinking through a dark and dying forest, alone, you realize how little power you ever had.

Don't you know how I feel about you? And how much I hate myself for feeling that way about another cat so soon after Feathertail's death? I loved her, I really did! How can I love you too?

He turned away from Leafpool, bristling with fury. "I hate being blind. I wish I had never been born!

Nu putea îndura s?-i aud? tristeÈ›ea din voce; p?rea c? pierduse ceva preÈ›ios.

Ashfur broke his neck," she mewed bleakly. "I'm sorry to say that he's dead.

Silverstream!" Graystripe reared up and flung back his head. His wails of grief split the quiet air. "Silverstream!

Thank you for helping me," Lionblaze began, halting a pace or two in front of Breezepelt. His gaze and his tone were wary. "But why did you? You said I should never have been born. You wanted me dead." Breezepelt looked up at him, equally awkward. His eyes were guilty as he replied. "I should never have listened to the Dark Forest cats," he mewed stiffly. "You're a Clan cat, and my loyalty should be to the Clans.

Eeltail and Splashfoot were standing over three small dark shapes. Eeltail looked up, her eyes brimming with pity. "I'm so sorry," she mewed. "We couldn't save them.

Appledusk, help me!" The pale brown warrior shook his head. "Why should I? It's your fault that these kits are dead. I never want to see you again.

Somewhere in there Clear Sky could be dying—and there's nothing I can do about it.