Quotes About Regret

We all do stupid stuff when we're hurting," she said and, probably because kissing him was all she could think about, lowered her mouth to his.

Grilled peaches on shortbread with raspberries and black pepper ice cream. We're all out, said the communicative waiter. That was twelve years ago.

S]ometimes people make a mistake for so long that it starts to feel like it's not a mistake at all. And then one day, you tell yourself it's for the best.

I left school at 16 but I wish I'd gone to university - I think I would have studied English literature. I had a knack for that. But I don't think you have the kind of wisdom at 16 to make that decision.

I've decided that if I had my life to live over again, I would not only climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets; I wouldn't only jettison my hot water bottle, raincoat, umbrella, parachute, and raft; I would not only go barefoot earlier in the spring and stay out later in the fall; but I would devote not one more minute to monitoring my spiritual growth. No, not one.

The past was a bridge that looked solid and sturdy, but once you were on it, you saw that it extended only far enough to strand you, to suspend you between loss and longing with nowhere to go at all.

He steeled himself against whatever she'd come to say or ask or accuse, but also against the unhelpful and complicated tenderness he felt toward her. He should have called her. He should have thanked her for every kindness she'd shown him. He was about to apologize - for anything, for everything - when she gave him a little smirk, a private and sleepy-eyed expression he recalled with wonder and regret. Then she turned to shut the door, to lock it behind her. "Stranger," she said again. "Howdy.

There's no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I've started drinking my own urine.

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, 'It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be.

Some day I'll come back and enjoy this place, he promised himself. And smiled to himself, knowing only too well that life had a way of never giving you the time to come back.

I wish there was someone I could have written to after that, someone I could have written to explain how awful it was to have someone touch you, then look at you properly and change his mind.

We only have the past that we have. Not all of our deeds were incorrect.

What scared him more than anything else was an old age spent simply waiting to die, a time when nothing of what had been his life was still possible.

It occurred to Wallander that no matter when death comes, it disrupts everything. Death always arrives at the wrong time —something is left undone.

I'm afraid I am hopelessly, furiously envious of all those who will continue to live when I am dead. I am equally embarrassed and terrified by the thought. I try to deny it, but it recurs with increasing frequency the older I get.

Mais il ne l'a pas oubliée, il ne l'oubliera jamais, elle était le grand amour de sa vie. Et elle, maintenant, je la retrouve en train de se biturer en plein midi à poil dans sa cuisine. Elle aussi, elle erre dans ce brouillard morose, et moi je n'ai toujours pas réussi à m'en libérer, alors que je vais avoir bientôt trente ans.

Aunque más adelante he elegido mal de vez en cuando en la vida, nunca podrá compararse con la derrota que supone no elegir en absoluto.

If you're going to do something tonight that you'll be sorry for tomorrow morning, sleep late.

If you're gonna do something tonight that you'll regret tomorrow morning, sleep late

All that had gone before was useless, and some of it was worse.

If I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well?

Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin!

I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.

Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.