Quotes About Regret

But there were also times when she cried out in the darkness biting her lips - cried out against the substance of her age: for it was now that she should be young; now above all other times, with the wisdom in her, the wisdom that was frittered away in her 'teens', set aside in her twenties, now, lying there, palpable and with forty summers gone. She clenched her hands together. What good was wisdom; what good was anything when the fawn is fled from the grove?

His youth had been so long ago that he could remember nothing of it but he presumed, erroneously, that he had tasted the purple fruit, had broken hearts and hymens, had tosses flowers to ladies on balconies, had drunk champagne out of their shoes and generally been irresistible.

He watched her almost with indifference -for it was all in the past-and even the present was nothing to the pride of his memory.

I don't want to get old. I have this very silly fear, dear friend, that one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young.

dressed like a policeman! BUT the nurse said: I will set a mouse-trap! SO that is the story of the two Bad Mice. But they were not so very, very naughty after all, because Tom Thumb paid for everything he broke. He found a crooked sixpence

Such a lot to have thrown away to please an unbalanced ruler and a few vicious old generals.

The chicken is a little dry and/or you've ruined my life.

Y si nunca nos acostábamos ni desarrollábamos nuestra relación, me iría de España con esa preciosa posibilidad intacta, y en el recuerdo siempre podría reflexionar sobre la relación que podría haber mantenido a la favorecedora luz del subjuntivo.

Sorry, I said to myself, wondering how many times in my marriage I'd said that, how many times I'd meant it, how many times Claire had actually believed it, and, most important, how many times the utterance had any impact whatsoever on our dispute. What a lovely chart one could draw of this word Sorry .

Arsenius always used to say this, 'Why, words, did I let you get out? I have often been sorry that I have spoken, never that I have been silent.

the really dreadful losses" always occur after "the buyer forgot to ask 'How much?

the really dreadful losses" always occur after "the buyer forgot to ask 'How much?'" Most painfully of all, by losing their self-control just when they needed it the most, these people proved Graham's assertion that "the investor's chief problem—and even his worst enemy—is likely to be himself.

How much of our earth has been wet by blood because of jealousy! And at the end of life, what does it all matter? We grow old and the young look at us and can never see that once we made a kingdom ring for love.

I'm getting old, I said again, and that was true. I had lived more than fifty years and most men were lucky to see forty. Yet all old age was bringing was the death of dreams.

With Stiorra too," I said, and felt a pang of guilt. I have been a careless father. My eldest son was an outlaw to me because of his damned religion, Uhtred had turned out well, but none of that was my doing, while Stiorra was a mystery to me.

The Tippoo should have killed you when he had the chance. We all make mistakes, sir.

And in the darkness, as I listen to the sea beat on the sand and the wind fret at the thatch, I remember what it was like to be young and tall and strong and fast. And arrogant.

He had collapsed in pain at his wedding, though that might have been the horror of realizing what he was marrying

When you get to the Otherworld, boy' – he had turned back to me – 'you won't regret the men you never killed, but you will regret the women you passed up.

He had pretended to be full of remorse, and shouted that remorse to the sky, "No more tits, God! No more tits! Keep me from tits!" and I remembered how Alfred had turned away in frustrated disgust. "Exanceaster

much followed from that hurried ceremony in the flower-speckled clearing beside the stream. So many died. There was so much heartache, so much blood and so many tears that they would have made a great river; yet, in time, the eddies smoothed, new rivers joined, and the tears went down to the great wide sea and some people forgot how it ever began. The time of glory did come, yet what might have been never did, and of all those who were hurt by that moment in the sun, Arthur was hurt the most.

Life, despite their frantic yoohooings, had passed them by.

Peccato." The sculptor shrugged and drifted away. A minute later there was another fistfight, during

Ogni occhiata perduta, per uno che viveva di sguardi, era una perdita irrimediabile.