Quotes About Regret

I did bully somebody. I was insecure.

I can feel myself dying inside.

I wish I knew myself, when I was playing, with the insight I gained once I found peace and distance from cricket, and fatherhood. I might have enjoyed those last years more.

I bought a gun and chose drugs instead.

I wish I played an instrument, but I could never decide which one, and I ended up playing nothing.

I look back and see the integrity my dad had, but I didn't gravitate toward that. I don't see how I didn't.

Anything you loved, however intensely, becomes mortifying the moment you cease to love it.

I love Brooke. Exploiting her was never my intention.

I hope and believe all the people that worked very closely with me at BHS for all those years, and some for the whole journey, will know it was never my intention for the business to have the ending it did.

The person I've always wanted to interview but never met was Richard Burton.

If he hadn't done that interview with Bashir, he wouldn't be there now. That was the first time he ever did an interview like that. He was afraid of something like that all along. And it happened.

Not such a big guy now, are you?" she purred, smirking at me. "You're gonna die tonight because you couldn't keep it in your pants. I bet right about now you're wishing you would have picked me over that fanger." "Never," I whispered hoarsely, struggling to get the words out. "I'd rather have the month I had with Taylor than a lifetime with you." "You fucking asshole!

So she's going to…to die?" Lock heard the break in his voice but he couldn't help it. Gods, to think they'd killed the woman they loved! Oh Kat, I'm sorry. So very sorry… From his twin he could feel similar emotions to his own. But Deep's sorrow was shaded with a guilt so intense it was almost despair. Again, Lock heard his twin thinking in a rare burst of mental empathy. I've done it again. Gods… "I

At the time, I didn't think it was a tragedy, Zack's fall, but later I wondered if the tragedies in life are only about when you could have been great but weren't.

People go through life eating lamb chops and breaking their mother's hearts.

But love, once it dyes our hearts purple, won't go away. Especially the kind of love we used to feel when we were young, the kind we wish we could feel again for someone new.

Every minute you are thinking of evil, you might have been thinking of good instead. Refuse to pander to a morbid interest in your own misdeeds. Pick yourself up, be sorry, shake yourself, and go on again.

If you're suddenly doing something you don't want to do for four years, just so you've got something to fall back on, by the time you come out you don't have that 16-year-old drive any more and you'll spend your life doing something you never wanted to do in the first place.

And if you ask how I regret that parting: It is like the flowers falling at Spring's end Confused, whirled in a tangle. What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking, There is no end of things in the heart. I

And if you ask how I regret that parting? It is like the flowers falling at spring's end, confused, whirled in a tangle. What is the use of talking! And there is no end of talking— There is no end of things in the heart.

So much barren regret! So many hours wasted! And now I watch, from the window, the rain, the wandering buses.

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.