Quotes About Regret

Sin does to a life what shears do to a flower. A cut at the stem separates a flower from the source of life. Initially the flower is attractive, still colorful and strong. But watch that flower over a period of time, and the leaves will wilt and the petals will drop. No matter what you do, the flower will never live again.

greater than its cost. Go to the effort. Invest the time. Write the letter. Make the apology. Take the trip. Purchase the gift. Do it. The seized opportunity renders joy. The neglected brings regret.

Guilt leaves a tattooed heart.

Ze was te ver van huis gegaan om nog terug te gaan.

I regret always writing, writing. I gave my kid the whole plastic bag of marshmallows, so i could have 20 minutes to write. I sat at my mother's deathbed, writing. I did swab her mouth with water, and feel her pliant tongue enjoy water, then harden and die. Before I had language, before I had stories, I wanted to write. That desire is going away. I've said what I have to say. I'll stop and look at things I called distractions. Become a reader of the world, no more writer of it.

How cruel memory is, forgetful memory that drops whole lives out without a qualm!

and Andy, gloomy and self-devouring, sat at his desk and chewed the cud of memory.

I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

Since life is our most precious gift And since it is given to us to live but once, Let us so live that we will not regret

I missed you but I knew you were in the best place for you. I would have been a terrible mother. I had no patience. Maya, when you were about two years old, you asked me for something. I was busy talking, so you hit my hand, and I slapped you off the porch without thinking. It didn't mean I didn't love you; it just meant I wasn't ready to be a mother. I'm explaining to you, not apologizing. We would have all been sorry had I kept you.

Africans find it hard to forgive us slavery, don't they? He took my hand and said, I thought you would have known that. My dear, they can't forgive us, and even more terrible, they can't forgive themselves. They're like the young here in this tragic country [Germany]. They will never forgive their parents for what they did to the Jews, and they can't forgive the Jews for surviving and being a living testament to human bestiality.

Could I tell her now? The terrible pain assured me that I couldn't. What he did to me, and what I allowed, must have been very bad if already God let me hurt so much.

I was crying loudly now. Momma's voice had risen to a shouting pitch, and I knew that whatever wrong I had committed was extremely serious.

I hate to lose something," then she bent her head, "even a dime, I wish I was dead. I can't explain it. No more to be said. 'Cept I hate to lose something.

My attitude is born out of necessity. I've made mistakes. I've made decisions I regretted. I know what it's like to live with regret. I live with it everyday. But if I let it take over, I'd never get out of bed in the morning.

No. I don't regret it. It wasn't the right thing to do, but I don't regret it. - Toni

Goodbye, Ash. You were the best-and worst-thing that ever happened to me.

Don't want to lose you.

I gave my word," Crispen said stubbornly. "You said a McCabe never breaks his word." Ewan shook his head wearily. "I'm beginning to regret telling you of things a McCabe doesn't do. Come, let's sit in the hall so you can tell me of these adventures of yours.

I made a mistake.

Because they weren't you.

Ewan?" she whispered. It took him a moment to respond. "Aye, lass?" "I was wrong." He stirred, rubbing his face against her cheek. "What were you wrong about?" "You're very skilled at loving." He chuckled and then hugged her tighter to him.

A taste of sweet was better than a lifetime of bitter regret.

She sure hadn't when she had run from Mason Bardwell's home in the dead of night. On their wedding night at that.