Quotes About Regret

I could have earned lots of crores by doing hundreds of more 'Rangeela' that came my way.

I never wanted to be one of those guys who hung on too long.

He did apologize profusely. (Does anyone do anything profusely except apologize? Sweat, I guess.)

I felt hollowed out. My mom's death was not useful. I felt a shot of rage at her, and then imagined those last bloody moments in the house, when she realized it had gone wrong, when Debby lay dying, and it was all over, her unsterling life. My anger gave way to a strange tenderness, what a mother might feel for her child, and I thought, At least she tried. She tried, on that final day, as hard as anyone could have tried. And I would try to find peace in that.

You're a man who cheats on his wife, you can't ever undo that.

I always feel sad for the girl that I was

I always feel sad for the girl that i was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me.

Everyone has a moment where life goes off the rails. Mine was the day Marian died. The day I picked up that knife is a tight second.

And I didn't realize. I didn't take into account. Just. You know, this is real to you. I mean, I know that, we know that, but we don't at the same time. We really just never will. I don't think. Totally get that. You spend so much time discussing and debating it becomes... But. Well. I'm sorry.

I woke up on my sister's couch with a raging hangover and an urge to kill my wife.

I sat in a room the color of egg yolk for two hours while the officer got my story down. The whole time I was thinking about Natalie going to autopsy, and how I would like to sneak in and put a fresh Band-Aid on her knee.

There will be days you wish you'd never done it. And those will be the good times, when it's only days of regret and not months.

The man cocked his gun and Patty had time for one last thought: I wish, I wish, I wish I could take this back.

I know a little bit about trying to do the right thing and fucking up completely. I added. You talking about mom? Ben said I was talking about me. You could have been talking about all of us. Ben pressed his hand against the glass and my brother and I matched palms.

What possessed you to do such a thing?' which was prim for Diane, but filled with more hurt than three dozen fuck yous.

Amma and I were sick just like Marian. It had to be made that obvious to me before I finally understood—nearly twenty years too late.

You think you can ever be a normal man again? You'll find a nice girl, and you'll still think of me, and you'll be so completely dissatisfied, trapped in your boring, normal life with your regular wife and your two average kids. You'll think of me and then you'll look at your wife, and you'll think: Dumb bitch.

Does anyone do anything profusely except apologize? Sweat, I guess.

You should have been nicer to her, Nick. You should have eaten the fucking pie.

Maureen managed to say: It's not easy, pairing yourself off with someone forever. It's an admirable thing, and I'm glad you're both doing it, but, boy-oh-girl-oh, there will be days you wish you'd never done it. And those will be the good times, when it's only days of regret and not months.

All this could have been avoided if I were less pretty.

By the time my sister finally died, I was grateful in a way. It seemed to me that she'd been expelled into this world not quite formed. She was not ready for its weight. People whispered comfort about Marian being called back to heaven, but my mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.

If ifs and buts were candies and nuts we'd all have a very Merry Christmas , I heard my aunt Diane boom in my head. Those words had been the bane of my childhood, a constant reminder that nothing turned out right, not just for me but for anyone, and that's why someone had invented a saying like that. So we'd all know that we'd never have what we needed.

I think this experience will make him a better person. Or at least a sorrier one.