Quotes About Regret

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 was rotten.

Me desperté en el sofá de mi hermana con una resaca terrible y el deseo de asesinar a mi esposa.

Para empezar: nunca debería haber nacido.

We could have been day players in an amateur porn flick.

No one ever forgives me for anything," she whimpered, her chin shaking. I wanted to tell her I did, but I didn't. Instead I poured her another drink.

Had things turned out differently, I might have amused myself with a series of heart-wretched lovers. I might have dallied with brilliant men. I might have married.

I have never intentionally hurt anyone, myself," he said, with a different, less incisive emphasis, and waited again – for a long time. For the first time, in all these many days, I had given him no help. There was no more time. He gripped the table with both hands as if he was holding on to it. "But I was there," he said then, in a curiously dry and tired tone of resignation. These few sentences had taken almost half an hour to pronounce. "So yes

She came and she went, in sorrow for the death of dreams, and she came no more.

No soldier likes the thought of losing his best friend and favorite toy.

One's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid. Death is the only exorcism.

Goblin, that was a dumb stunt. - It sure was. Made me feel forty years younger.

One's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid down.

One's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid. Death is the only exorcism.

An old, tired man. That is what I am. What became of the old fire, drive, ambition? There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronising wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.

But she didn't want to stay there, so she climbed back out the window, through the glass eyes of the seven-foot Good Shepherd, and started again the futile weaving of invisible ifs and slippery mights into an equally unattainable past.

The pressure on her arm brought Etta back onto the uncomfortable wooden pew. But she didn't want to stay there, so she climbed back out the window, through the glass eyes of the seven-foot Good Shepherd, and started again the futile weaving of invisible ifs and slippery mights into an equally unattainable past.

In our search for a son, we lost a daughter.

And I see red. The big tray of mashed potatoes is in my hands before I even realize what I'm doing. I heave it over the plastic sneeze guard, raining the entire load down on the advancing cop.

Actually, Chase is recalling more and more these days. He's still got a long way to go before his amnesia is totally cured. But every now and then, I'll see him in the school halls, gray in the face and haunted, and I know he's just remembered some horrible thing he did in his former life. Poor guy.

Vlad always told me that woulda-shoulda-coulda is a sucker's game.

I can't change the past.

All you do is complain. At least you got picked for something. The last time I got picked for something? Third grade. Hall monitor. Got so nervous I threw up, slipped in my own barf, and broke my wrist.

Another of my crimes against humanity, like bullying her brother, and not dying when I fell off the roof.