Quotes About Regret

When you feel your child truly loves you back, it makes you wish you had kissed your parents more.

When one has governed men for a long time, when one has thought that one has acted for the best, when one knows the pains the task has entailed, and then suddenly sees that one has never been either loved or understood, but merely submitted to, then one is overwhelmed with bitterness, and wonders whether one could not have found some better way of spending one's life.

La lotteria è una tassa sulla stupidità

So, yeah—I suppose I've done some bad things in my life. But I just can't see myself as a fucking pornographer.

She could taste loss in the back of her throat so badly that she could vomit.

A tragedy like this, we all blame ourselves.

Blind tastete ich auf dem Nachttisch herum, und meine Finger schoben sich zwischen Romane, die ich nicht mehr las, weil man einfach nicht zurück konnte, wenn man erst mal mit E-Books angefangen hatte.

He sat gazing into the past.

Why should the disseizin of his soul have seemed shameful to him? He had had no soul till it passed out of his keeping.

I am come here for the express purpose of undoing my impiety.

He despised himself for wishing to forget she despised him.

His very mantle was aspersed. In another minute he would stand sodden, inglorious, a mock.

Why,' says they to themselves, 'I been sleeping; I ain't been living all this!' And they wake up and get ready to live their real lives, but they find that their real lives are just about up, and by the time they find out what they've done with themselves they're ready to die.

You can't blame anyone else... You have to make your own choices and live every agonizing day with the consequences of those choices. He knew this. That's why he deserted us like we deserted those civilians. He saw the road ahead, a steep, treacherous mountain road. We'd all have to hike that road, each of us dragging the boulder of what we'd done behind us. He couldn't do it. He couldn't shoulder the weight. - Philip Adler

If there's anything worse than visualizing your own death, it's knowing that you caused it.

It is because of this enemy, the enemy of time, that I have forsaken the luxury of hindsight and

What could I have done? I was unarmed, untrained. I couldn't have taken care of them. I could barely take care of myself. What could I have done? . . . Something. [Maze sighs in her sleep. Darnell pats her gently.] I could have done something.

I had said what I never meant to say, but what has been said cannot be unsaid, I enjoyed our silence, I was completely sober again, but all the same I had no idea what I was thinking, probably nothing.

Es ist schade«, sagte ich rauchend, »daß du ein Geist bist.«

the most essential statement in Swiss writing seems to be a certain regret that the nineteenth century is moving further and further away.

I have often regretted my speech, but never my silence

Beneath the epidermis of today's deeds are the unresolved actions of years past.

That's what guilt is: a healthy regret for telling God one thing and doing another.

Behind the frantic expressions on the faces of humanity is unresolved regret.