Quotes About Regret

He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it [...]

Grief moves us like love. Grief is love, I suppose. Love as a backwards glance.

This was his childhood, safe and warm and brightly lit, and being here now makes him feel like he died years ago and he's now a lost spirit, stuck between worlds with unfinished business.

She looks at him for a long moment, then sighs deeply. "Silver," she says, her voice tinged with a profound sadness with which he is all too familiar. All the things you can't get back, all the things you can never make right. No matter what happens after, you'll always carry them with you.

I know that if I were a spirit, the last place you'd find me haunting would be my grave, watching my body rot.

It's hard to know where to start. Things have been a mess for so many years that trying to pin down a starting point is like trying to figure out where your skin starts. All you can ever really know is that it's wrapped around you, sometimes a little tighter than you'd like. But clearly there have been some mistakes. Bad ones. You can tell that just by looking at him.

I'm troubled by the notion that while I wasn't looking, I seem to have become an asshole.

Non sai mai quando sarà l'ultima volta in cui vedi tuo padre o baci tua moglie o giochi con il tuo fratellino, ma c'è sempre un'ultima volta. Se riuscissimo a ricordare ogni ultima volta, non smetteremmo mai di crucciarci.

If I were an athlete I'd be past my prime. If I were a dog I'd be dead. Thirty . . . shit.

Okay. Here's what I've learned. You can live your life being nice to everyone, you can be a loving son, a moderately decent student, never do hard drugs or impregnate anyone's daughter, be an all-around good guy and live in harmony with all of God's creatures. But crash one stolen Mercedes in front of the police station when you're fifteen years old and they'll never let you forget it.

I could report the rest of the conversation, but it's just more of the same, two people whose love became toxic, lobbing regret grenades at each other.

The delivery of dead-on one-liners is rare in the nonscripted world. Usually, they occur to you only afterward, at which point, of course, they're completely worthless.

He gives her a look. She gives it right back. We couldn't have really had something good, he thinks, regret filling his lungs like water. "Sometimes I think that too," Casey says, and he realizes that, once again, he's spoken out loud. "But I try not to, because then I get angry at you.

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.

It's just hard to see people from your past when your present is so cataclysmically fucked.

Forgiveness has its comforts, but it can never give you back what you've lost.

Sometimes it's heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they've become. Maybe that's why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got til it's gone. The day Paradise put up a parking lot!

Je hebt uiteindelijk je begeerte lief en niet het begeerde.' Het kwam er veel plechtiger uit dan bedoeld. Meteen had hij spijt het te hebben gezegd. Simon wist dat het waar was, maar wist ook dat het aanmatigend was om te zeggen dat het waar was. Lizzie fronste. Zij vroeg of hij het nog eens wilde zeggen. Toen zei ze: 'Nou, dat vind ik niet. Ik hou gewoon van jou.

But the delights of his previous life were ashes in his mouth and he ventured forth a third time

I once owned a really, really ugly pair of white leather boots. They were so bad. It was back in the '80s! It was just a really tacky fashion choice when I was in middle school, and I thought it was cool. I'm really embarrassed.

Por qué deberías olvidarme sin un día me amaste?

Sem adivinhar que essa primeira vez seria a última, primeira sem segunda, noite sem retorno.

A morte de Quincas aumentava, onde ia chegando, a consumação de cachaça.