Quotes About Regret

Guilt is for losers. Guilt is for folks who have stupid things like regrets. I contemplate the notion that maybe regrets are a process of accumulation of time, as unavoidable as a closet full of clothes and more bags of them in the attic. Is accumulated baggage what makes people get old? If so, they need to clean out their fecking attics, send the stuff to consignment shops and remember how to walk around naked like kids, little bellies sticking out, always ready for a good laugh.

There aren't many crimes in my book. Not many sins either. But top on both of those lists is killing time. Have fun with it, make something cool, play video games, work hard if you feel like it, but do something. Killed time is an abortion, life that never gets lived, gone, just gone.

After an eternity of grief and regret, he held the only thing he'd ever wanted as much as he wanted to be God. A second chance.

Gah, I'm what-iffing! I don't what-if! What-iffing is for grownups. They what-if themselves right into doing nothing, and die without ever living.

You doona hate me for not being able to return you?" He paused for emphasis. "Ever, Gwen. I can't return you ever.

Her eyes are different. Wary, guarded, tinged with that human emotion I despise the most: regret.

People waste so much time mulling over things they've done when all the mulling in the world neither undoes nor changes one iota of what you did. The only thing that alters the unsatisfying state in which you've left things is future action. Either never see the person again, or see them and do something to set the record straight.

Then why? Why would you do something that you know is going to end up bad? Why would anyone ever do something they know is going to hurt them?

This is not a world I ever wanted to know.

I just wished she'd stop forgetting me. Like she didn't want to remember me. Or maybe she wished she'd never had me.

I was hunting the monster that had killed my sister. I was the monster that had killed his brother.

As if they were supposed to have made a direct hit, to have a long, full, crazy, wild, passion-filled, child-strewn life together, but somehow they'd come at each other from the wrong angle, and missed what could have/would have/should have been.

Never." "Never say never. It only makes you feel more foolish when you end up taking it back. I wouldn't want you to feel too foolish, lass.

You didn't have to rip my dress," she said plaintively when he let her breathe. "I love this one. Nellie worked on it for days." "I'm sorry, lass," he said somberly. " Ã¢â'¬â"¢Twas an accident, lass. Sometimes I forget my strength. I mean to be gentle but it doesn't come out that way. Can you forgive me?

I was not supposed to reveal her," he lied swiftly, meeting Duncan's gaze with a silent warning. He was momentarily appalled at how easily the lie had sprung to his lips. See, , he berated himself, break one rule and they all go to hell.

Killed time is an abortion, life that never gets lived, gone, just gone.

You have become a monster. There is nothing left of the man I love.

I want to keep her from ever changing into something so terrible as I've become.

Deep feelings indeed, Circenn thought morosely. Deep disgust with myself.

She'll remember, when there's nothing else left of me worth remembering.

I'll never forgive. I'll never forget.

The point is, we all come to forks in the road, and we all make our choices and live with them, for good or ill..[spoilers left out]...You came to a fork in the road, and you made the best choice you could at the time, under the circumstances you were faced with and using the information you had. You have nothing to beat yourself up over. -Tony Marino

Wasn't that the way life always worked? To learn a hard truth too late- was that better than never learnig it at all? Possible not. At least, if one never discovered what one wanted, one could never miss not having it.

Beverly once read a science magazine article about bioluminescence, the natural glow emitted by organisms like fireflies and jellyfish, but she knows the dead also give off a strange illumination, a phosphor that can permanently damage the eyes of the living. Necroluminescence - the light of the vanished. A hindsight produced by the departed body. Your failings backlit by the death of your loved ones.