Quotes About Regret

Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine, yeah," she said. She wiped tears off her cheeks. "Somebody who totally fucked me over died today," she said. "Then why are you sad?" he asked. "I mean, fuck him. If it was a him." "I don't know. I guess because it means what he did can never be changed. His death makes it permanent." "I think I get that.

Bosch now recognized it as an action of regret. The killer covered his victim's face so he would no longer have to see it.

What are you sorry about? It's not your fault.

After my sister's death twenty years before, something in them changed toward me. It seemed that I, as the survivor of the accident, was suspect for having done just that. Survived. I am also sure that since that time I have continued to disappoint them in the choices I have made. I think of these as small disappointments accruing over time like interest in a bank account until it was enough for them to comfortably retire on.

C'est quand on arrive à la fin qu'on veut revenir en arrière…

Mounted on the wall beneath the fish was a brass plate. It said: IF I'D KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT I WOULDN'T BE HERE

You didn't try to hold on to someone you should have, she said, I held on to someone I shouldn't have. I held on too long. Thing is, I knew what it was leading to, deep down I knew. It was like standing on the tracks and seeing the train coming at you but being too mesmerized by the bright light to move, to save yourself.

Through it all he was haunted by only one thing. His daughter. Not having had final words with her. Not being able to watch her prosper as an adult. It tore him up to think that he would never see or speak to her again. Guilt overtook him as he acknowledged that he had squandered the past several months as Maddie's father trying to save a woman who didn't want to be saved. In the darkest hours before dawn, hot tears of regret had rolled down his cheeks.

Everybody is looking for redemption. For something.

Bosch's mind touched his memory of his brief meeting with his own father. A sick old man on his death bed. Bosch had forgiven him for every second he had been robbed. He knew he had to or he would face the rest of his life wasting his pain on it.

made him late to the funeral. He carried

There is no sense in being haunted by good intentions.

Some people cashed in their dreams a dime on the dollar and some kept them close and as sacred as the night. I wasn't sure if I even had a dream left. I felt like I only had sins to confess.

If they were all concerned, why didn't they do something about it? But of course that's human nature. Nobody does anything until it's too late. We put the stoplight at the intersection after the kid is killed

It's your life, quite possibly your only one. Still you find yourself having a vodka at three a.m., waiting for your pill to kick in, with time ticking through you and your own ghost already wandering among your rooms.

He hadn't remotely imagined that one morning he'd check his text messages and find love to have been lost, with approximately the degree of remorse one would feel over the loss of a pair of sunglasses.

As book collectors know all too well: We only regret our economies, never our extravagances.

In that moment Bastian made a profound discovery. You wish for something, you've wanted it for years, and you're sure you want it, as long as you know you can't have it. But if all at once it looks as though your wish might come true, you suddenly find yourself wishing you had never wished for any such thing.

Si può essere perfettamente convinti di desiderare una cosa, magari per anni interi, fintanto si sa che il desiderio non è realizzabile. Ma nel momento stesso in cui, all'improvviso, ci si trova di fronte alla possibilità ch'esso si trasformi in realtà, allora non si ha più che un solo desiderio: non averlo desiderato mai.

Momo, Gigi'yle kar??laÅŸt??? andan beri tek söz söyleyememiÅŸti. Oysa ona neler anlatmay? düÅŸlemiÅŸti. Onu as?l ÅŸimdi, bulduÄŸu ÅŸu anda kaybettiÄŸini anlad?.

Herkes çok sevinçliydi. Bunun asl?nda, vaktiyle k?s?tlad?klar? kendi öz zamanlar? olduÄŸunu ve ÅŸimdi onlara döndüÄŸünü asla bilemediler.

Margrethe: And when all our eyes are closed, when even the ghosts have gone, what will be left of our beloved world? Our ruined and dishonoured and beloved world?

For a long time I've wanted to apologize for my behavior that year, but I'm not sure how or even if it would be sincere. How does the man (woman) apologize for the boy (girl)? (132)

When all the projections of intent and strategy twist and turn back on you, tracking team blood, 'sorry' just won't cover it. There's nothing so embarrassing as when things go wrong in a war.