Quotes About Regret

Death teaches you that. You would give anything, forgive anything, for just one more second. . . .

Megan looked into Agnes's frightened face. Agnes had been so sharp just a few years back—funny and cutting and wonderfully ribald.

You are the worst sort of friend. You are too scared to help. You will never forget that feeling. Cowardice.

She hurt more than herself.

I think I left her first. At least emotionally. She left me because in part I left her.

few things, I assure you, will devastate like the might-have-beens).

Remember when you asked me why I didn't say anything before you married Tom?" "It was a few days ago. I can sometimes remember back a whole week." "I

The shame of cowardice never leaves.

Would it be too hackneyed to wonder where it all went so wrong? Kitty's

Do you know where he went earlier that day?" Tawny shook her head. The stale stench of hairspray and regret wafted toward him.

Time passed, but neither one of them noticed. They talked, mostly about Chad and the kind of son he was. Jack had held on and still led by eight strokes. A gigantic lead. If he blew it this time, it would be worse than twenty-three years ago. The

She's dying, Win. Cancer. She has maybe a week or two." "I know." Myron sat back. His throat felt dry. "Is that the entire message?" "She wanted you to know that it's your last chance to talk to her," Myron said. "Well, yes, that's true. It would be very difficult for us to chat after she's dead." Myron

What do you want me to say, Jess? We were together a long time. Of course there was a pang.

She looked at him, shook her head. "No man has ever loved me like you did." Silence. Myron held back the "what-about-Stoner" remark.

They are stories I wrote because my friends are gone, a lot of them, and if you can't be angry about it, how the hell much did you care to begin with?

So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it.

She held him spellbound," he went on, then let out a ragged breath. "So he went to his death."[

Were you so scared that she'd hurt you, you ran, a big buck like you? No suh, I's scared I'd be in court, just like I am now. Scared of arrest, scared you'd have to face up to what you did? No suh, scared I'd hafta face up to what I didn't do.

He said I was the only girl he would ever love, then he neglected me. I beat him up, but it did no good.

By the time I'm ready to get married I'll be ninety and then it'll be too late.

Boo and I walked up the steps to the porch. His fingers found the doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, enter inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again.

The easy way out of this would be to marry Hank and let him labor for her. After a few years, when the children were waist-high, the man would come along whom she should have married in the first place. There would be searchings of hearts, fevers and frets, long looks at each other on the post office steps, and misery for everybody.

I'll never forgive you for what you did to me. You cheated me, you've driven me out of my home and now I'm in a no-man's-land but good—there's no place for me any more in Maycomb, and I'll never be entirely at home anywhere else.

Hell is eternal apartness. What had she done that she must spend the rest of her years reaching out with yearning for them, making secret trips to long ago, making no journey to the present?