Quotes About Regret

After the funeral, my life changed. I felt as if time were suddenly precious, water going down an open drain, and I could not move quickly enough. No more playing music at half-empty night clubs. No more writing songs in my apartment, songs that no one would hear.

En esta vida no existe el demasiado tarde.

And I suppose tapes, like photographs and videos, are a desperate attempt to steal something from death's suitcase.

We are blinded by our regrets. We don't realize who else we punish when we're punishing ourselves.

My mother had been all over me as a kid—advice, criticism, the whole smothering mothering thing. There were times I wished she would leave me alone. But then she did. She died. No more visits, no more phone calls.

He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass. "Me

Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices.

Seberapa banyak pun kau mengumpulkan hari-hari sepanjang hidupmu, semua takkan cukup untuk menggantikan satu hari itu, satu hari yang ingin sekali bisa kau miliki lagi.

Before I came to you," he said, "you came to me." Sarah studied his face. "You don't really fix clocks, do you?" "I prefer them broken." "Why is that?" Victor said. Dor looked at the grain of sand in his fingers. "Because I am the sinner who created them.

What happened? she asked. During that war? He had never quite told her. It was all understood. Soldiers, in his day, did what they had to do and didn't speak of it once they came home. He thought about the men he'd killed. He thought about the guards. He thought about the blood on his hands. He wondered if he'd ever be forgiven. I lost myself, he said.

SACRIFICE, THE CAPTAIN said. You made one. I made one. We all make them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost. You didn't get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father. A man goes to war

Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

Once, on the balcony of a seaside villa, she said she wished she'd met him earlier in life, and he said, We're gonna make up for that. We're gonna live a long time together.

It is the inner torture of every captured soldier, the short distance between freedom and seizure. If Eddie could only jump up and grab the wing of this plane, he could fly away from this mistake.

He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face. "I loved her," he whispered. The Reb nodded. "I mean… I really loved her." The man broke down. "And… I almost told her once." The Reb looked at me sadly. "Nothing haunts like the things we don't say.

You counted the minutes, but did you use them wisely?

Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be an answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future.

Es una pena perder el tiempo. Siempre creemos tener mucho.

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back. What if you got it back?

As we look back on things, what haunts us the most is not the struggle. Not the disease. The fact that the years pass and we say, Chika would have been eight or Chika would have been nine, or, one day, Chika would be in college now, drinking coffee. It's not the time she spent battling we lament. It's the growing up she missed. The time she didn't get. The future she never saw. That still seems so unfair.

Sacrifice, the Captain said. You made one. I made one. We all make them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost. You didn't get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father.

You want some?" he asked. "No, thank you, Inspector." "Don't drink?" "Not anymore." "How come?" "I drank to forget things." "And?" "I kept remembering them.

feel happy because there is fish to eat. But sad because I kill it. I don't want to be in this world anymore, Benji, taking things. I want the last thing I do to be giving. You and others please, eat the fish. Stay alive. I want to be with my Bernadette. I know she is safe. I think last night she let me see Heaven. She is saying God waits for me. I pray you get home. I leave

My friedns, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our faith, our lives will not be cursed with the aching throb of unfulfilled business. Our words will always be sincere, our embraces will be tight. We will never wallow in the agony of 'I could have, I should have.' We can sleep in a storm. And when it's time, our good-byes will be complete.