Quotes About Regret

I loved the time spent with him, but felt in some other chamber of my heart that it was time wasted. That I ought to be doing something else while there was time.

She'd never even seen a lightning bug. That is just tragic.

God grants us long enough lives to punish ourselves.

Poor thing, thought Garnett, to have to commit yourself so hard to one moment of poor judgment.

Was this me now, for life? Taking up space where people wished I wasn't? Once on a time I was something, and then I turned, like sour milk. The dead junkie's kid.

center, in bigger print: And if I die no soul will pity me. And why should they since I myself find in myself no pity to myself. I asked what it was

No man wants to hear he has been a fool.

He doesn't even look at her because there is too much there, and he's afraid. She is his first child, his favorite, every mistake he ever made.

Marry in haste, repent at leisure,' she said, remembering her brother's words of warning. Damn my stubbornness, she muttered.

E' uno strano dolore. Morire di nostalgia per qualcosa che non vivrai mai.

Meglio che tutti sappiano, posso finalmente essere me stessa, meglio anche per me sapere, mo sarebbe rimasto un padre di traverso giù per la gola, tutta la vita, meglio che sia crepato, meglio adesso. Un giorno capirò se l'ho ucciso io, adesso sono troppo giovane, devo badare a non uccidere me

Had I not known that I was dead already I would have mourned my loss of life. —last words of Ota Dokan, scholar of military arts and poet, 1486

If you knew at the outset what you understood at the end, would you make the same choices, take the same risks, accept the same sacrifices? No. No one would. You can't appreciate the weight of that burden until after you've assumed it. You can't comprehend what it really means.

the young man's blindness irreparable, his mistakes immutable, the consequences irreversible.

right now. Today. I'd been foolish, a coward even, to have waited so

There was a time when I didn't seem to need such things, when I would have been amused and perhaps even vaguely disgusted at the notion of living like some sort of psychic vampire, a lingering revenant pressed up against one-way glass, looking with forlorn and futile eyes at the ordinary life fate had denied him.

It was always a sad pleasure, like making love to a beautiful woman, but not to the woman you love.

wish that I could somehow tell him what I knew now and help him for both our sakes to get it right, and a grief that such a thing was impossible, the young man's blindness irreparable, his mistakes immutable, the consequences irreversible.

I should have known better. But we all have stupid moments—rationalizations, even blindness, born of weakness and human need.

I shifted my head slightly. The corners of our mouths brushed together. I felt her breath on my cheek. Then we were kissing. Her mouth was warm and soft. Our tongues entwined and simultaneously I thought Oh, you fucking idiot and Oh, that feels so good.

I wish I'd told her I loved her. It bothers me that I didn't. I'd been so close, and then I'd held back. I tell myself it would have made no difference, and I believe that's true. But at least then she would have known.

Guilt is what happens when there isn't a group to shame you. Regret, horror, atrocity—if the group doesn't care, we simply invent a God who does. A God who might be swayed by the subsequent good acts, or at least efforts, of an erstwhile wrongdoer.

Tiresias of these two worlds that the distinction is less important than people would have you believe. Guilt is what happens when there isn't a group to shame you. Regret, horror, atrocity—if the group doesn't care, we simply invent a God who does. A God who might be swayed by the subsequent good acts, or at least efforts, of an erstwhile wrongdoer.

He called you. You're the one who insists on carrying a phone." The moment it came out, he regretted it. When Delilah was pissed, there was no winning move. Your only option was to try to find a way not to play.