Quotes About Regret

Consider the species known as man. We lie, we cheat, we want what others have and take it; we make war upon each other and the earth; we harvest lives in multitudes. We have mortgaged the planet and spent the cash on trifles. We may have loved, but never well enough. We never truly knew ourselves. We forgot the world; now it has forgotten us. How

He felt not surprise or even regret but, rather, a deep and sudden gratitude and, with it, a force of clarity, filling him like a breath of winter air. He wondered what this feeling was and then he knew. He was giving her up.

Sorry, we made vampires, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

It was possible, he understood, for a person's life to become just a long series of mistakes, and that the end, when it came, was just one more mistake in a chain of bad choices. The thing was, most of these mistakes were actually borrowed from other people. You took their bad ideas, and for whatever reason, made them your own.

Its melancholy epigraph came from the Greek poet Constantin Cavafy, as translated by Phil Andros: Now and again he swears To commence a cleaner life, But when the night comes With its dark promptings, Its uncertainties and its enterprises When the night comes With its own dominion Over the body, he returns, lusting and searching, Lost, to that same morose delight.*

I am sorry if anyone was offended by the wardrobe malfunction during the halftime performance at the Super Bowl. It was not intentional and is regrettable.

How could you let the best thing that's happened to you go just like that?" "He was a good thing, Karin. A great thing. But not the best thing.

Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.

qué me ves puto», era cosa de mala suerte o de tiempo. «¿Y de qué murió?». «Lo mataron porque vio feo a alguien». «Bueno, entonces es su culpa. ¿A

Not even my not-finest hour. More like fifteen minutes.

If there's a hell, I truly believe, it's getting exactly what you've always wanted.

Getting out of the briar tangle was significantly harder than getting in . . . The brambles ran their fingers down his face and tugged at his clothes like children wanting attention, as if they were sorry to see him go.

It suits here now to forget last year, but she'll never make me forget last year, not if I live to be a hundred. I didn't know much then. I know now that there's people like her who want to be friendly for what you do, not what you are.

The fish you don't catch is always the biggest.

KING (to Sakuntala): O fair lady! The tear drop that once stood trembling on your lower lip -and I watched uncaring, lost in delusion- while it still clings to your gently-curving lashes, I shall now wipe away, my beloved, to free myself of remorse.

Because your heart, by loving fancies blinded, Has scorned a guest in pious life grown old, Your lover shall forget you though reminded, Or think of you as of a story told.

What is intended to be said, if left unsaid, becomes a matter of regret later.

And they served me a lot of free drinks. So I drank a little more than I should have, maybe. So some of what happened I don't remember too well. But there was a lot of shouting." "You must have killed somebody," said Smith. "Yes, I think I did," Lord Eyrdway agreed.

the United States exploded a 10.4-megaton thermonuclear bomb in the Pacific, vaporizing the island of Elugelab. A clearly depressed Conant told a Newsweek reporter, "I no longer have any connection with the atomic bomb. I have no sense of accomplishment.

Unable to initiate a relationship, he remained aloof, hoping, as the poem says, that the young woman would make the first move: "You must come and talk to me . . ." He feels "a faint half hope and half regret." Such a mix of powerful emotions is not, of course, unusual for a young man coming of age. But Robert had to be told that he was not alone.

Sometimes," she said, "two people pass each other by, look into each other's eyes for a moment, and all that's left is a wish. A dream of what might have been. And then they move away from each other with every step, and away from all their dreams.

uh oh I shit myself

Why didn't you stay?' she has whispered against the unyielding stone. Why didn't you stay? She pressed the berry against her lips. Why didn't I ask you just one more time to stay.

Stupid,' she said. That was the only word for this sense of enormous loss where there had been so very little to lose.