Quotes About Regret

an angry man can later become happy, a resentful man can become pleased, but a kingdom once destroyed can never be restored nor the dead brought back to life

I know I ate at least four cookies, which probably guarantees me a first-class ticket to hell for gluttony.

having tried and failed to invent a better future for himself, in the end he invented a better past"178

Once you're old enough to recognize a hole in yourself it's too late for the hole to be filled.

I was still all in a state of innocence, but that innocence once lost, is lost forever.

I do not believe I have ever again slept so well as I did that night in the inn at Crythin Gifford. For I see that then I was still all in a state of innocence, but that innocence, once lost, is lost forever.

The moment had gone. I carried my secrets still with me, and they were hard, heavy, bitter things.

We are not punished for our sins, we are punished by them. We can't live with guilt for the whole of our lives..

Ginevra," said my uncle, all despair at once annihilated by his rage, "I swear to you I shall never, never, NEVER, so long as I live, go back to that woman!" He went back to her six months later.

I didn't want to hurt you, she blurted. I never wanted to be someone you would regret. I'm not afraid for me. I'm afraid for you.

I don't want to hurt you, he said. Too late.

Montana, he said, dragging her against him. Montana, I'm so sorry. I was wrong. What I said, how I treated you. He drew back so he could see her face. I love you. I have from the first. You're the best part of me. You are the light to my dark and without you, I'm blind. I'll give you anything, if only you'll stay with me.

She hesitated before opening the envelope, telling herself there was nothing he could say that would change anything. But she opened it anyway and read the note. I'm not very good at this. I'm sorry.

Eres un hombre, lamento decírtelo. Y es una pena que no haya ningún anciano de mal aliento, porque sería mejor que tener que casarme contigo. No puedo creer cómo he sido tan estúpida de llegar a tomarte cariño. Pero puedes estar seguro de que no volveré a cometer el mismo error. En cuanto encuentre la forma de dejar de quererte, te aseguro que voy a hacerlo.

The women had one of their get-togethers last night. From what I heard, it was lots of margaritas and ice cream and calling you a bastard. They're all hungover this morning, so

I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing his cheek against her hair. "I'm such a jackass." She rubbed her hands up and down his back. He was warm and alive and next to her. Nothing else really mattered. "Jackass seems strong," she murmured. "How about a first-class screwup?" "If you're going to do a job, then do it the best you can." He chuckled low in his throat. "Gee, thanks." "You're welcome.

Nicole wanted to slap herself. She was supposed to be helping her friend, not making things worse. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I'm not helping.

Nicole wanted to slap herself. She was supposed to be helping her friend, not making things worse. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I'm not helping." "You're wrong.

I'm not saying I don't have responsibility. I do. I'll take all of it. I'm saying we didn't want to hurt anyone." The smile faded. "Isn't that what criminals always say? So that doesn't work. I suppose I want you to know I'm sorry for the pain you and your family are going through. But I can't be sorry I love Blaine. He's a blessing, and at my age, you get pretty excited by blessings.

Don't have regrets. They're a painful thing, and they never go away.

I'm not wicked." "Jensen, you've spent three years lying low, trying to make everything right. But you can't redeem yourself. You can't make yourself and your life whole again. God can.

I'd chosen the regret I could live with best, that's all. I'd chosen the life I belonged to.

I have knots in my years that I can`t undo, and this is one of the worst--the night I did wrong and Mauma got caught

I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall – like seeking love in a whorehouse.