Quotes About Regret

L'amour est fini quand il n'est plus possible de revenir en arrière.

Tu as déjà souffert par amour? — Non, tu le sais bien. Je ne suis jamais tombé amoureux. C'est mon grand malheur. — Parfois je t'envie. Moi, je ne suis jamais resté amoureux, c'est pire.

Mi juventud no ha sido más que un largo suicidio. Me apresuraba a desagradar sólo por el temor de desagradar naturalmente.

Pero el horror de la vejez es que ésta es el total de una vida, un total en el que no sabríamos cambiar una cifra. He tardado sesenta años en convertirme en este anciano muerto de odio. Soy lo que soy; sería necesario convertirme en otro... ¡Oh, Dios, Dios, si Tú existieras...!

Aquellos a quienes debía amar, han muerto; han muerto los que hubieran podido amarme. Y no tengo tiempo ni fuerzas para intentar el viaje hacia aquellos que sobreviven, para redescubrirlos. No hay nada en mí, ni siquiera mi voz, mis ademanes ni mi risa, que no pertenezca al monstruo que he lanzado contra el mundo y a quien he dado mi nombre.

Conheço muitos que não puderam quando deviam porque não quiseram quando podiam.

He who spends too long regretting his ruined crop will be neglect to plant next year's harvest.

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

Ah God! Had I but studiedIn the days of my foolish youth.

I want my chirfugging goose back!

She had needed kindness before, and had received none. Now it was too late, and she did not know what to do with it.

But Wine doesn't make anything go away! When you bury a big memory it's always still there, like an itch right down inside your bones where you can't scratch it, or somebody walking a step behind you that you can't look at. And . . . and if we didn't remember things we wish we hadn't done, wouldn't we just run off and do them again?

I left you clean. Purged of all your ghosts. I am the one who has been haunted all my life. Haunted by you.

Wishes are thorns, he told himself sharply. They do us no good, just stick into our skin and hurt us.

Her past was getting away from her.

I'm often asked if I regret not going to Hollywood. I'm glad I didn't go, because if I had I wouldn't have my extended family, which is the fabric of my life. Only recently have I realised how special and unusual it is.

Women, don't get a tattoo. That butterfly looks great on your breast when you're twenty or thirty, but when you get to seventy, it stretches into a condor.

I have never known anyone to accept Christ's redemption and later regret it.

The saddest words I can ever imagine would be to hear the Lord say, "I never knew you. Away from Me" [Matthew 7:23 NIV].

In heaven I'll wish with all my heart that I could reclaim a thousandth part of the time I've let slip through my fingers, that I could call back those countless conversations which could have glorified my Lord—but didn't.

How many relationships have broken down because of gossip or a word spoken thoughtlessly or in anger? A harsh word can't be taken back; no apology can fully repair its damage.

One of my great regrets is that I have not studied enough. I wish I had studied more and preached less.

It is entirely possible to be deeply sorry because of the devastation which sin has wrought in our lives—and yet not repent.

If there are any tears shed in heaven, they will be over the fact that we prayed so little.