Quotes About Regret

Tell her that I miss her. And that I'm sorry. You don't even know what you're sorry for. Well, yeah, but that doesn't matter. At this point, I'll be sorry for whatever she wants me to be sorry for.

Mixed in with all of its silly bullshit, Facebook is the literal manifestation of all our regrets, looping and looping, for free, on our computers and phones. People who should be gone and safely out of our lives forever are there again, one cryptic little glimpse at a time, reminding us of all the things we should or shouldn't have done.

Sometimes people throw things away. That doesn't mean those things aren't really, really good. Most of the time, it just means that person didn't know what they had.

It's probably unhealthy to miss a life that never actually existed—to

When Christina would stop to examine an interesting insect or patch of moss, Gabriel would stand in an impatient pose and shrug, not seeing what was at all interesting about it. Sometimes when writing her children's lyrics she thought of Gabriel and Lizzie's son, had he lived, and what he might have grown into.

Oh ! S'il avait pu partir, tout de suite, n'importe où, et ne jamais revenir, ne jamais écrire, ne jamais laisser savoir ce qu'il était devenu ! Mais non, il fallait rentrer, rentrer dans la maison paternelle et se coucher dans son lit

Romantic googling can be as dangerous as drunk text messaging. Of course hell hath no fury like a woman who Google-bombs her old flames name with a word like impotent.

The truth was that she had managed to betray everyone by doing nothing. No one in history had ever done less and yet been so wrong. Not cheating on a non-boyfriend with the non-boyfriend of a friend. The pressure of thinking that one through made her swollen body ache.

The regret and humiliation hurt much more than the cold.

Such would have been our life, had we not committed our crime which changed all things for us. And it was our curse which drove us to our crime.

if I ever want to punish myself for something terrible, if I ever want to punish myself disgustingly—I'll marry you." She added: "Consider it a promise.

They would return to unwanted jobs, unloved families, unchosen friends, to drawing rooms, evening clothes, cocktail glasses and movies, to unadmitted pain, murdered hope, desire left unreached, left hanging silently over a path on which no step was taken, to days of effort not to think, not to say, to forget and give in and give up.

He could not condemn them without understanding; and he could not understand. Did he like them? No, he thought; he had wanted to like them, which was not the same. He had wanted it in the name of some unstated potentiality which he had once expected to see in any human being. He felt nothing for them now, nothing but the merciless zero of indifference, not even the regret of a loss.

He felt nothing for them now, nothing but the merciless zero of indifference, not even the regret of a loss.

She knew the general doctrine on sex, held by people in one form or another, the doctrine that sex was an ugly weakness of man's lower nature, to be condoned regretfully. She experienced an emotion of chastity that made her shrink, not from the desires of her body, but from any contact with the minds who held this doctrine.

from the fingertips of her one hand to her face, her body was naked but for his metal bracelet. "I'm sorry, Hank," she said, "but I had to do it.

The prisoners liked to talk about their past. Their memories were the only future they had.

I hadn't known what it was like, to want it, until I saw you for the first time. Do you know what it's like? To want it? The lowest of all desires - as my answer to the highest I've met. You trusted me, didn't you? To think of you as you deserve. Don't you suppose I know how much I've betrayed? I want you - and may I be damned for it! - Atlas Shrugged

It's too late, Peter.

Con tu amante? -preguntó ella, sonrriendo. Vio un destello de dolor en sus ojos y lamentó desesperadamente haberlo dicho. -Con... una mujer -contestó

Mr. Roark, I'm so sorry about—" she hesitated demurely "—about what happened this morning.

Pues conseguimos lo que queríamos. Y cuando vimos qué era lo que queríamos, era demasiado tarde. Estábamos atrapados, sin ningún sitio adonde ir. Los mejores hombres de entre nosotros se fueron de la fábrica la primera semana del plan. Perdimos nuestros mejores ingenieros, superintendentes, capataces y trabajadores especializados. Un hombre que se autorrespeta no se convierte en una vaca lechera para nadie.

Did you ever dream this could happen to us? He said, No I didn't, but I should have. After we all helped create this mess, we were not doomed to have the Islamic Republic. And in a sense, he was right.

quoting Cary Grant) A word, like a lost opportunity, cannot be taken back once it hass been uttered.