Quotes About Regret

Oh, yes, he'd spent a good portion of his day in self-pity. And now? Now he felt shame.

We were all that mattered back then, or have you forgotten? Do you not remember that night? How we stood beside the river and followed the Shawnee way? Do you remember what I whispered to you? She shook her head, refusing to look at him. She tried to wrest her wrist free, but he held fast. You are lying, he accused quietly. You can't forget. How do you know? she threw back at him. Alex smiled. Because I can't, he admitted sadly.

Nothing is left of me Each time I see her

Twice we stood beside each other at the altar, Rosie. Twice. And twice we got it wrong. I needed you to be there for my wedding day but I was too stupid to see that I needed you to be the reason for my wedding day. But we got it all wrong.

Our life is made up of time. Our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. [...] And yet time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could.

It's difficult to know which second among a lifetime of seconds is more special. Often when you realise how precious those seconds are, it's too late for them to be captured because the moment has passed. We realise too late.

The first day of the rest of my life, and I'm not sure I want to be here. I know I should be thanking somebody for this, but I really don't feel like it. Instead, I wish they hadn't bothered.

I can't even think about what life "could have been" like in Boston, without crying. It's like deja-vu, I don't think me and Boston were ever meant to be.

When it comes to my memory there are three categories: things I want to forget, things I can't forget, and things I'd forgotten until I remember them.

Her eyes, mostly cast downward, occasionally flicker upwards to meet his before falling again. She is apologetic for everything, as always, constantly saying sorry to the world, as though as her very presence offends.

I lost my dad. He lost his tomorrows and I lost all the tomorrows with him. You could say that now, I appreciate them when they come. Now, I want to make them the best they can possibly be.

How often we wish we'd stayed on the same path

I mourned for a life that I'd lost.

Our life is made up of time. Our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a quick few minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could.

She wished all her memories could be of the good times, but the bad times kept coming back to haunt her.

So that makes time more precious, doesn't it? More precious than money, more precious than anything. You can never earn more time. Once an hour goes by, a week, a month, a year, you'll never get them back.

And yet time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could.

Don't worry, nothing speaks louder than a lifetime of regret and self-loathing.

You're always sorry 'after' you do something. You never think about how they feel or how you'd feel 'before'.

There was so much time wasted not spending it together.

She longs for him to be here, but knows it was she who walked away from him. It's her fault he's not here.

I try to focus, but I can't. I know why I'm here, and then I don't know why I'm here. I understand, then I don't. I think it's fair, and then I don't. I wish I'd never done what I'd done, and then I'm glad I did.

Never do something that can't be undone.

When it comes to my memory there are three categories; things I want to forget, things I can't forget, and things I'd forgot I'd forgotten until I remember them.