Quotes About Regret

Did I kill him?" I said. "No, miss," said Robert. "Pity.

I've confessed to everything and I'd liked to be hanged. Now, if you please.

How true, lamentably true. I'm sorry, Father. I do not love my neighbor as myself.

When you stop time, you don't accept your sorrows. When you stop time, you want everything to be the way it was before.

"Like a dog!" he said. It seemed as if his shame would live on after him.

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn't yet lived.

Ignominy has always been the younger sister of misfortune.

Did I really want or need to know? What difference would it make if he were dead or alive, since dead or alive I should never see him again? But could I be certain? Was it completely and utterly out of the question for the door to open and for him to walk in? And wasn't I even now listening for his footstep?

Valence passa une main sur ses yeux et quitta la fenêtre. -L'alcool est là, lui dit Néron en tendant les bras.

Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back--in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.

I've been very self-indulgent and weird and I'm sorry. But I'd really like to die.

Whenever I think of the man I was in those days, cutting across the nat-cropped grass of the campus, burdened down by the weight of the books in which I sought the consolation of other men's grief, and aburdened futher by the large weight of my own bitterness, the whole vision seems a nightmare. There were girls all about me, so near and yet so out of reach, a pastel nightmare of honey-blond, pink-lipped, golden-legged, lemon-sweatered girls

one can forgive even what they did. But one can never forget.

Dites vite ! Je veux bien mourir de n'importe quoi, sauf de curiosité, mon brave ami !» —C'est toi le venin

Young people tell what they are doing, old people what they have done and fools what they wish to do.

We know the worth of a thing when we have lost it.

She didn't want to be reminded of her past or how different her present was from the future she'd taken for granted.

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand

Satan doesn't win when he can get us to cross the line but when he convinces us that there is no way back.

There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever.

This could be her last day of her life.

Tammy's fallen tomahawk.

I'm sorry for taking your life, friend.

Another dirt clod smashed against the wall in a gritty burst. And another. He could not throw them hard enough. Part of him wished somebody was throwing the dirt clods at him. Or beating him, or locking him in jail. He had no means to express how remorseful he felt, no way to pay for what he had done. And no way to fix the mistake.