Quotes About Regret

Her cheeks burned afresh at the memory of that final night before her departure from Sibu. She had gone to his berth out in the saloon and pleaded with him to let her stay—sinking every last vestige of pride in her desperation to be with him. Only he hadn't cared. He'd told her roughly to get back to her cabin and stop making a fool of herself. Next time he needed a woman, he had said, he would make sure it was one and not some silly little girl with romantic notions.

there is no grief more devastating than the grief for what could have been.

Whatever,' Jack says, waving his hand, 'I'm sorry you hurt yourself, Salman. You control your own life but you don't want to live with it.' Painted that way, rendered in little swipes, Salman doesn't sound attractive to himself.

After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished?

All these moments, even the less pleasant ones, are snapshots we can never replace once they're lost, and it leaves us wishing for just the slightest glimpse of them

All these moments, even the less pleasant ones, are snapshots we can never replace once they're lost, and it leaves us wishing for just the slightest glimpse of them if it means we can feel whole again.

Ghosts, after all, have little to celebrate and the living have plenty to mourn.

Tr??c kia, khi bi?t anh và Fumiya không chung dòng máu, anh ch? ngh? xem mình có th? làm B? ???c không. Anh không h? ngh? ??n vi?c ph?i ch?n cho ng??i mình yêu con ???ng h?nh phúc. Anh yêu th?ng bé th? c? mà. Anh th?t là ng?c. Anh ?y ?ã nói nh? th? và khóc trên ?i?n tho?i

I am gone and am not coming back, but I remember everything.

Memory, which so confounds our waking life with anticipation and regret, may well be our one earthly consolation when time slips out of joint.

The most merciless thing in the world is love. When love flees, all that remains is memory to compensate.

He was getting to be a certain age, he thought. It was the age when his never-to-be-written masterpieces had begun to outweigh the masterpieces he was still going to write.

I don't regret nuthin...

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.

You know the part in Cinderella when everyone goes to the ball and she sits at home, crying? It wasn't because her gown was ripped. It was because she knew she was an idiot for thinking she could grab a prince.

There are people who live their entire lives and never know this kind of love.

My math is never sharper as when I meet an old girlfriend with a kid.

Max couldn't believe he'd fallen for her. If he'd just had a thing for flat-chested women none of this would have happened.

It's always the same. When you come out of it and take a look around, the sight of wounds that you have left on the people who care for you makes you wince more than those you have inflicted on yourself. Though I am devoid of regret or remorse for almost anything I have done, if there is a corner for these feelings then it lies with that awareness. It should be enough to stop you from ever going back down there, but it seldom is. Anthony Loyd, My War Gone By, I Miss It So.

like a sin he'd refused to absolve.

Don't look so sad," she said. Her eyes were full of tears. "I can't help it," he said. "I am sad." "I'm sorry I've made you so unhappy." "Don't be sorry for that. Be sorry that you made me so happy. That's what hurts, woman. That you made me so happy.

You see, there's some blues for folks ain't never had a thing, and that's a sad blues ... but the saddest kind of blues is for them that's had everything they ever wanted and has lost it, and knows it won't come back no more. Ain't no sufferin' in this world worse than that; and that's the blue we call 'I Had It But It's All Gone Now.

It takes me about a week and a half to read the typical book. I don't know how many ten-day spans I have left. Eventually the unread books on my shelves will have to be abandoned, or they will join me on the pyre. The book I'm about to purchase may be among them. We all buy books we won't live to read.

a sadness in living beyond extinction,