Quotes About Regret

When a person sets a thing in motion, there's a feeling of unease, almost regret, until you learn the truth.

The truth is that she told me she couldn't love me. When she said goodbye, she was saying goodbye forever. And yet. I made myself forget. I don't know why. I keep asking myself. But I did.

Because the truth is - and we know it - we were born to die without regrets. Regret is the only wound from which the soul never recovers.

The truth is, I wrote a novel when I was 23. It's hideously bad. Truly rotten.

Hell is truth seen too lateduty neglected in its season.

What's done cannot be undone.

Sometimes our wants or needs have nothing to do with being ungrateful and everything to do with making a mistake.

...I've returned and I look around me and think, I've missed my life. While I was off and alone, it went on here, without me, and I'm forever doomed to be a stranger in my own home.

Most will regret opening up the doors to truth, while others will cower at thought of living an illusion. In the end, does impracticality defeat curiosity?

We can always HIDE things AWAY.But we could NEVER FORGET them~ Your Lie In April

One truth discovered one pang of regret at not being able to express it is better than all the fluency and flippancy in the world.

Speak with caution. Even if someone forgives harsh words you've spoken, they may be too hurt to ever forget them. Don't leave a legacy of pain and regret of things you never should have said.

now i am oldolder enough to have known the worldand i am sad

But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you're thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterward.

Sometimes we don't get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end."He winces. "We didn't even get a first chance.

The person you hurt the most in this world was the person that brought you into it.

Your words will either give you joy or give you sorrow, but if they were spoken without regret, they give you peace.

Whatever demon invented stiletto-heeled boots should roast in hell...

When you procrastinate you become a slave to yesterday.

Hell is truth known too late.

His youth had been so long ago that he could remember nothing of it but he presumed, erroneously, that he had tasted the purple fruit, had broken hearts and hymens, had tossed flowers to ladies on balconies, had drunk champagne out of their shoes and generally been irresistible.

Not only were the books lost and the thoughts in the books, but what was to him, perhaps, the most searching loss of all, the hours of rumination which lifted him above himself and bore him upon their muffled and enormous wings. Not a day passed but he was reminded of some single volume, or of a series of works, whose very positions on the walls was so clearly indented in his mind.

Wish I might, Wish I may You wish your life away are you pacified? All the wants you waste All the things you chased

And now she has no more later, and there seems little reason in having a later without her.