Quotes About Regret

Puck's eyes gleamed, feral and menacing. Oh, I don't know, princess. Maybe it was because I was stupid enough to care about you. Maybe I actually thought I had a chance. Silly me, thinking that one little kiss meant anything to you.

Of course you're sorry. The first words out of the mouths of men who are caught doing something they're only too happy to continue until they're caught.

So she was to be savagely heartbroken and then poisoned by one of their cook's noxious herbal brews in the space of a few hours? Dante would find inspiration in this day.

The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.

This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.

You know what I do to forget the past? I drink my own special concoction. I call it Milk of Amnesia.

Most of all I'm mad at Swanee for dying and taking from me the most precious thing I ever owned. I didn't own her, but she was mine. Mine, Liana. Do you hear me?

Tus fracasos y tus culpas. Se quedan contigo. Se aglomeran y afean, crecen cancerosos dentro de ti y te dan ganas de morir.

I broke his heart though! When I refused to stay in his selfish New World, his stone heart broke into pieces!"..."I know it did because when he said good-bye, a splinter flew from his heart and pierced my own. And it's still there. I still feel it.

As I became very defined in my personal politics, I turned down some films that I slightly regret now I'm not going to say what they were.

She runs her hands over her hipbones and her ribs, stark even under her nightgown, and she thinks about how crazy she was not to appreciate it. How stupid she was all her life not to eat the French Fries and vanilla Cokes. As if her slimness and beauty were the most valuable things she could ever own.

But Dad, you were a grown man, you have got to take responsibility for what you did, too! I mean, you made me eat [snotty] Kleenex, Dad! For Christ's sake, you can't do that to a little girl! You have got to say you're sorry for the stuff you did as a grown man!' 'Well,' Dad snorts, 'I musta done something right! 'Cause you never left any snot rags lying around the house again, now, did you?

I wished I could erase the message, suck the word "sorry" from the En glish language, and hack it to pieces with a rusty ax.

The road to hell is paved with leeks and potatoes

I have quite a robust relationship with regret. You simply don't know what the alternative would have been.

Suutelen jalkojanne, ihana rouva! Ja menen jonnekin muualle suremaan onnetonta tähteäni...ja teidän huonoa makuanne! Samalla uudistan tuttavuuteni erinoimaisen Beaune-viininne kanssa. Se näiden kirottujen burgundien kunniaksi on sentään sanottava, että he osaavat valmistaa viiniä!

Había tanto tiempo perdido en vos, eras de tal manera el molde de lo que hubieras podido ser.

Nunca te llevé a que madame Leonie te mirara la palma de la mano, a lo mejor tuve miedo de que leyera en tu mano alguna verdad sobre mí, porque fuiste siempre un espejo terrible, una espantosa máquina de repeticiones, y lo que llamamos amarnos fue quizá que yo estaba de pie delante de vos, con una flor amarilla en la mano, y vos sostenías dos velas verdes y el tiempo soplaba contra nuestras caras una lenta lluvia de renuncias y despedidas y tickets de metro.

Te prometo una cosa: acordarme de vos a ultimo momento parque sea todavía mas amargo.

Mírame morir y olvida.

Los recuerdos son siempre un asco...