Quotes About Regret

Wasted hours destroy your life just as surely at the beginning as at the end - only at the end it becomes more obvious.

Remember this, if you can—there is nothing, nothing more precious than time. You probably feel you have a measureless supply of it, but you haven't. Wasted hours destroy your life just as surely at the beginning as at the end—only at the end it becomes more obvious. Use your time while you have it, Willie, in making something of yourself.

I almost died, and I realized that all I regretted was you.

You probably feel you have a measureless supply of it, but you haven't. Wasted hours destroy your life just as surely at the beginning as at the end—only at the end it becomes more obvious. Use your time while you have it, Willie, in making something of yourself.

He thinks, I remembered you, Thomas More, but you didn't remember me. You never even saw me coming.

The science books are right about potential. It's easier to lose it than to get it back.

Memories... are always blinding. They cause you pain... and sorrow.

That's the detail of the dead woman I always remember: her bare left foot, along with packets of Top Ramen and a torn box of cat food strewn about as plastic bags danced in the wind of passing cars. I always think how, when she left the house that day, the last thing on that woman's mind must have been the possibility of dying on the pavement with dried noodles crowning her head. Maybe if she had paid more attention to detail, like the oncoming car, she would have made it home to feed her cat.

Cattle and fat sheep can all be had for the raiding, tripods for the trading, and tawny headed stallions. But a mans's lifebreath cannot come back again- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

They burst into cries, wailing, streaming live tears that gained us nothing —what good can come of grief?

the great force was gone, the strength lost forever, now, that filled his rippling limbs in the old days.

But a man's life breath cannot come back again— no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

O great shamelessness, we followed

Your arrows for my tears.

It is the height of folly to be wise too late.

bitch that I am, vicious, scheming- horror to freeze the heart oh how I wish that first day my mother brought me into the light some black whirlwind had rushed me out to the mountains or into the surf where the roaring breakers crash and drag and the waves had swept me off before all this had happened

would to god I'd stayed right here in my own house with a third of all that wealth and they were still alive, all who died on the wide plain of Troy those years ago, far from the stallion-land of Argos.

Sometimes I wonder what losing my mother would have been like if I'd spent just a few more years with her, or if I'd known her for a few less.

many of my achievements have been bittersweet to me because they are things my mother once hoped to accomplish but never got the time to do. I've visited a dozen foreign countries. I went to my brother's wedding. I saw the first day of a new century.

I'm ashamed, thinking back Not about the lies I'm used to lying now No, I'm ashamed of how pathetic it all was.

It was a long time ago , but people make mistakes when they think they can barry the past . It can simlpy flow to the surface .

All of you, all who are present--consider me worthy of pity, do you not? Good God! When I think of what I was on the point of doing, I consider that I am to be envied.

I didn't treat my girl like she was mine Yeah, I thought I didn't need her at the time But I changed my way of thinkin' when she left Yeah, I finally learned my lesson, but I learned it by myself

Cause my heart said a long time ago, Buddy tuck your tail and run. Cause it ain't love, When you're stuck on the wrong end of the gun Well, you put your finger on that trigger And you shot me where I stood. I found out the hard way. I loved you more than I should.