Quotes About Regret

Man started out on the wrong foot. The misadventure in paradise was the first consequence. The rest had to follow.

Many a man who goes to Las Vegas to get away from it all soon finds that Las Vegas gets it all away from him.

That man has missed something who has never left a brothel at sunrise feeling like throwing himself into the river out of pure disgust.

A man could spend the rest of his life trying to remember what he shouldn't have said.

...the fall of man in paradise has always been followed by his expulsion.

Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until he's done.

All the good writers of confessions, from Augustine onwards, are men who are still a little in love with their sins.

Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the gold we glimpsed in distant hills pales as dross compared to treasure we had in hand.

For a man to know what he has when he had it, that is what makes him a fortunate man.

.... "death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!

He had tattooed all of the names of the men he had killed on his body...unfortunately he had run out of room.

If only a man could spit his past out so easily.

Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.

He thanked her and left the house in the mood of a shipwrecked man who has allowed the rescue ship to pass him by.

Since Adam and Eve ate the apple, man has never refrained from any folly of which he was capable.

A man must have vices, expensive ones if possible. Otherwise when he reaches old age he will have nothing to be redeemed from.

A man whose yesterdays rest on his horizon travels forward into his past. The result is that he goes a very long way to nowhere.

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.

At the millennium we partied like it was 1999. And then we had a 10 year bathtub tequila hangover, man. Just hugging the metaphorical toilet on a daily basis.

A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself.

The superior man accords with the course of the Mean. Though he may be all unknown, unregarded by the world, he feels no regret - It is only the sage who is able for this.

Oh, man, oh how I wish I didn't smoke or drink to reason with my head.

I never go to a college reunion that I don't come away feeling sorry for all those paunchy, balding jocks trying to hang onto youth. I feel sorry for the men, too.

We wait till now? Now, when we're old men, we get to be brave?