Quotes About Regret

But like my father, I have not done anything. I could not, because I am me, because I died long ago.

Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers!

I've seen it before: a good-looking, middle-aged woman in a dead marriage; they find some young handsome bloke, and it's love's young dream all over again. I think they're trying to recapture their youth, or something. Perhaps they think it's their last chance at romance, or having a last bite of the big, emotional cherry. All I know is, when they get like this, they fall harder than a ton of bricks.

She'd quite liked being young and stupid. It beat middle-aged and fairly intelligent. Sometimes.

I want these words to make things right. But is the wrong that makes the words come to life.

Come on, make it easy, say I never mattered

Where is your boy tonight, I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know, you were the last good thing about this part of town.

Last year's wishes, are this year's apologies, every last time I come home. I take my last chance to burn a bridge or two,I only keep myself this sick in the head cause I know how the words get you

I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday.

By the way, is there anything sadder than toys on a grave?

I can't rescue what never happened though I came here to do so.

We make tactless remarks because we wish to hurt, break our legs because we do not wish to walk, marry the wrong man because we cannot let ourselves be happy, board the wrong train because we would prefer not to reach the destination.

La nostalgia terrible de una vida perdida, el fatal sentimiento de haber nacido tarde, o la ilusión inquieta de un mañana imposible con la inquietud cercana del dolor de la carne.

Yerma. «[…] ¿Qué queréis saber? No os acerquéis, porque he matado a mi hijo. ¡Yo misma he matado a mi hijo!".

Tacere e struggersi è il castigo più grande che ci possiamo infliggere. A che è servito a me l'orgoglio e non guardarti e farti stare sveglia notte dopo notte? A niente! È servito a buttarmi il fuoco addosso! Perché tu credi che il tempo guarisca e che i muri proteggano, e non è vero, non è vero. Quando le cose arrivano tanto in fondo, non c'è modo di sradicarle!

Prima tuo padre, che odorava di garofano e non me lo sono goduta neanche tre anni. Poi tuo fratello. E ti pare giusto, è mai possibile che una cosa piccola come una pistola o un coltello possa finire un uomo che è un toro? Non smetterei mai di parlarne. Passano i mesi e la disperazione mi brucia gli occhi e su su fino alla punta dei capelli.

Mi dolor sangraba por las tardes cuando tus ojos eran dos muros, cuando tus manos eran dos países y mi cuerpo rumor de hierba. Mi agonía buscaba su traje, polvorienta, mordida por los perros, y tú la acompañaste sin temblar hasta la puerta del agua oscura.

Ti dirò la sola cosa che ho imparato nella vita: la gente non fa altro che chiudersi in casa a fare le cose che ama di meno.

Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my despair. If you are my hidden treasure, if you are my cross, my dampened pain, if I am a dog, and you alone my master, never let me lose what I have gained, and adorn the branches of your river with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

I will not see it!Tell the moon to comefor I do not want to see the bloodof Ignacio on the sand.

i knew she'd leave me. i figure we might as well go somewhere memorable to fall apart

De lo que ya no existe se habla con indiferencia o con frialdad; pero yo hablo con dolor, porque hablo antes que deje de existir y sabiendo que dejará de existir. Recuérdese cómo lo afirmé.

Era a ese hombre a quien yo debía haber matado cuando yo era potro, cuando mis partes no estaban divididas, cuando yo, mi furia y mi voluntad éramos una sola cosa. p. 235

Pero donde más sufría era en la memoria