Quotes About Regret

It's amazing the things that seem a good idea at the time.

And Granny Weatherwax said, "I was younger when I last danced with you. But I am old now. There will be no more dances for me.

He got down easily by dropping uncontrollably from branch to branch until he landed on his head in a pile of pine needles, where he lay gasping for breath and wishing he'd been a better person.

When we don't listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don't, others will abandon us. We've been raised to question what we know, to discount and discredit the authority of our gut. I want to know why. I regret whenever I abandon myself. But harboring regrets is making love to the past, and there is no movement here... I am growing beyond my own conditioning, breaking set with what was breaking me.

She siged, a sound of regret for childhood transgressions, for all the lessons learned too late.

Sometimes, thought Jane, the person who could make you happiest is the one you overlook, the one who waits patiently in the wings.

Here were the real wages of sin. Not hellfire and damnation, but heartbreak.

What's done cannot be undone. Lady Macbeth's

Domingo, your family needs you. Let me explain why I feel strongly that you must stay with them. I had a family once too that loved me. But I made a mistake. I was lured away by other things. When I realized they were what mattered, it was already too late.

Remember the woman at Sodom and Gomorrah whose husband told her not to look back, as the angel of God had instructed? And what did she do? She looked back one last time, and turned to a pillar of salt.

only later, when we had wasted so much time, was I able to see that I had thrown away my chances at happiness. So I have learned to let go of anger, to never let it wrap its talons around me again.

I do not care. My baby, my baby, oh, Janna. Ako na lang sana." People gasped at her last words and made the sign of the cross. It was very bad luck, what she said, to wish that it had been she who had died instead.

Love needs to be nurtured and fed to survive; and our suffering also survives because we enable and feed it. We ruminate on suffering, regret, and sorrow. We chew on them, swallow them, bring them back up, and eat them again and again. If we're feeding our suffering while we're walking, working, eating, or talking, we are making ourselves victims of the ghosts of the past, of the future, or our worries in the present. We're not living our lives.

Each minute we spend worrying about the future and regretting the past is a minute we miss in our appointment with life- a missed opportunity to engage life and to see that each moment gives us the chance to change for the better, to experience peace and joy.

We ruminate on suffering, regret, and sorrow. We chew on them, swallow them, bring them back up, and eat them again and again. If we're feeding our suffering while we're walking, working, eating, or talking, we are making ourselves victims of the ghosts of the past, of the future, or our worries in the present. We're not living our lives.

Some people are consumed with thoughts and memories from their past. Their mourning, regretting, rehashing, and begrudging doom them to life imprisonment in their painful past.

Time passes quickly, Great King. If I don't use the strength and energy I now possess as a young man, old age will arrive too soon and I will feel deep regret.

self-betrayal—times when I had a sense of something I should do for others but didn't do it.

I regret, my lord, to have seen no recent fashions designed to impress homicidal Archbishops.

Well, there's one thing that gives me hope." "What's that?" asked Beatrice, shaking out one of the blankets and wrapping it around herself. Catherine smiled. It was a grim smile. "Diana's with them. There is no situation so well-planned that Diana can't introduce chaos into it. Whoever is holding them, wherever they're being held, is going to regret it.

To regret religion is to regret Western civilization.

Such extravagance! Gerhardt complained to Jennie. Such waste! No good can come of anything like that, It will mean want one of these days.

You felt no sorrow? No shame? Then? Yes, shame, maybe. Maybe sorrow, too, a little. I knew it was terrible. I felt that it was, of course. But still—you see— Yes, I know. That Miss X. You wanted to get away. Yes—but mostly I was frightened, and I didn't want to help her. Yes! Yes! Tst! Tst! Tst! If she drowned you could go to that Miss X. You thought of that? The Reverend McMillan's lips were tightly and sadly compressed. Yes. My son! My son! In your heart was murder then.

Some people live as though they are already dead. There are people moving around us who are consumed by their past, terrified of their future, and stuck in their anger and jealousy. They are not alive; they are just walking corpses.