Quotes About Regret

post mortem triste

Maybe I should have screwed up.

Over four decades of pastoral ministry—I got started early—you make mistakes. But the mistakes you most regret are the ones that obscure the gospel and hurt the people you love, by saying in effect, "You do not belong," to those for whom Christ died to provide a place of belonging.

I mean, well, really, it seems to me, when I think about it, sometimes, you were much happier, and so was I, when we had the roadhouse. Weren't we? For that matter, it was a lot more fun when you were a race-track detective. Heavens, even the all-night broadcasting job. It was crazy, but I liked it.

I don't imagine I'll ever get over missing him, Raymond said. Some things you don't get over. I believe this'll be one of them.

Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Sleeping on a futon when you're 30 is not the worst thing. You know what's worse, sleeping in a king bed next to a wife you're not really in love with but for some reason you married, and you got a couple kids, and you got a job you hate. You'll be laying there fantasizing about sleeping on a futon.

PLATO A CAUTIONARY TALE He lost his gold, And he, finding the first man's gold, Lost his belt, And then he who lost his gold Found the other man's belt And hanged himself.

Alas! how few look back upon their youth, Who glean not from the past the unwelcome truth That Time, of stealthy step and pinion grey, Brings no new joy like that he takes away!

'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have lost at all.

I am a miser of my memories of you And will not spend them. When they were anticipations I spent them And bought you with them, But now I have exchanged you for memories, And I will only pour them from one hand into the other And back again.

That risks were involved, all of us knew; but none, so far as we could foresee, that were too great. Otherwise, as leader of a big polar expedition, and subject to all the responsibilities implicit in command, I could not have gone. That I miscalculated is proved by the fact that I nearly lost my life. Yet, I do not regret going

Life's too short for chess.

Joy's recollection is no longer joy, While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.

Her tone spoke less of nostalgia than reproach, of feelings long coveted and repeated whenever she had the chance.

La tristeza inherente al recuerdo proviene de que su objeto es el olvido.

Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair.

The slightest sorrow for sin is sufficient if it produce amendment, and the greatest insufficient if it do not.

Beautiful, neurotic. Elusive. Accused me of giving up on us first. Not sure of that. She said I didn't make enough effort to change, which is true. I'm to blame for getting testy in the end....Lost my sense of humor, which is deadly. She was surprisingly harsh, once she made up her mind that we were through....Best way to break it off, I suppose, but it left a bad taste. I would have preferred kinder memories.

Dogs were with us from the very beginning. And of all the animals that walked the long centuries beside us, they always walked the closest. And then they paid the price. Fuck us.

In the end, I realised it was about mourning someone and being betrayed by a second of happiness that makes you forget your loss for a moment, and then feeling worse because that unthinking instant of happiness ends up feeling like a betrayal of the lost one.

A soul loves most what is lost...

This is precisely the risk modern man runs: he may wake up one day to find that he has missed half his life.

La vida no vivida es una enfermedad de la que se puede morir