Quotes About Regret

There would be nothing I could do to you that would harm you more than what you're already doing to harm yourself...You are never going to amount to anything. You will always be the worthless muck people scrape from their shoes. You only get one life and you are wasting yours. That's a terrible shame. I doubt you will ever know what it is to be truly happy, to achieve anything of worth, to have genuine pride in yourself. You bring it all on yourself, and I could do no worse to you.

Alone, he must bear the weight of a sin he dare not confess to the one person he loves…and has lost.

Desperately, his mind raced as he cried, trying to make time go backward, to do it again differently, to ignore the voices, to keep hold of her hand, to save her.

Don't make promises, because circumstances have a way of making you regret them.

Everything was white around the childlike beauty of her face. "I'm so sorry, Denna," he whispered. "You will remember me?" "I will have nightmares the rest of my life." Her smile widened. "I'm glad." She seemed genuinely proud.

he's the one on the x. he's already dead. i just need to go tell him.

It is clear to me right this minute that regret is just a wasted emotion.

You promised me you would never cheat on me, that you'd love me forever and we would never get a divorce." "I still love you, and I hate that I cheated on you, and I wish we'd never gotten divorced.

There have been times, lately, when I dearly wished that I could change the past. Well, I can't, but I can change the present, so that when it becomes the past it will turn out to be a past worth having.

He'd been an angel once. He hadn't meant to Fall. He'd just hung around with the wrong people.

And what had he wanted? He'd never sat down to think about it. But mostly, he wanted yesterday to be different from today.

Lessee...he'd gone off after the funeral and gotten drunk. No, not drunk, another word, ended with er. Drunker. that was it.

I don't regret it, you know. I would do it all again. Children are our hope for the future. THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, said Death. What does it contain, then? ME.

You can't say 'if this didn't happen then that would have happened' because you don't know everything that might have happened. You might think something'd be good, but for all you know it could have turned out horrible. You can't say 'If only I'd…' because you could be wishing for anything. The point is, you'll never know. You've gone past. So there's no use thinking about it.

SEE! I HAVE TIME. AT LAST, I HAVE TIME Albert backed away nervously. 'And now that you have it, what are you going to do with it?' he said. Death mounted his horse. I AM GOING TO SPEND IT.

Men marched away, Vimes. And men marched back. How glorious the battles would have been that they never had to fight!

Mr Tulip raised a trembling hand. 'Is this the bit where my whole life passes in front of my eyes?' he said. NO, THAT WAS THE BIT JUST NOW. 'Which bit?' THE BIT, said Death, BETWEEN YOUR BEING BORN AND YOUR DYING.

There were a lot of things he could say. Son of a bitch! would have been a good one. Or he could say, Welcome to civilization! He could have said, Laugh this one off! He might have said, Fetch! But he didn't, because if he had said any of those things then he'd have known that what he had just done was murder.

Theres no stink more sorrorful than the stink of wet, burnt paper. It means: the end.

Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault).

How do you know he's dead? I realize that I may regret asking that question." "He's got a broken neck from falling off a roof and I reckon he fell off because he got a steel crossbow dart in his brain." "Ah. That sounds like dead, if you want my medical opinion.

She did nothing, although sometimes when she saw him in the village she'd smile in a faint, puzzled way. After three weeks of this the suspense was too much for him and he took his own life; in fact he took it all the way across the continent, where he became a reformed character and never went home again.

WHAT IS THAT SENSE INSIDE YOUR HEAD OF WISTFUL REGRET THAT THINGS ARE THE WAY THEY APPARENTLY ARE? "Sadness, master. I think. Now—" I AM SADNESS.

Pigbog wished he'd paid more attention to the Book of Revelation. If he'd known he was going to be in it, he'd have read it more carefully.