Quotes About Regret

I wish you had.

of cash and apologized to his stepmother and half sisters for meeting

bitter recognition that his era had passed and the injury he had done to his family could not be undone and the moral failure that characterized his life had poisoned everything he touched and saw.

Stupid, even.

Conscience,' Hobbey said with infinite sadness. 'I had one once. Ambition killed it.

How easy it is to leave things undone until they are too late.

SETI SE, TELO... Telo, seti se ne samo koliko si bilo voljeno, ne jedino kreveta na kojima si ležalo, nego i onih želja, koja su zbog tebe iskrile u onim jasnim o?ima i drhtale u glasu – a neka ih je slu?ajna prepreka osujetila. Sada, kad je sve to ve? u prošlosti, izgleda skoro kao da si se onim željama i predavalo – kako su iskrile, seti se, u o?ima što su te gledale: kako su drhtale u glasu zbog tebe, seti se, telo.

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who'd died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

You'll fare beer without love. We Medici always do." As soon as I spoke, I regretted it. I'd remembered Papa Clement's phrase exactly, used it to the same horrid purpose. I saw her flinch, take a small step back. I wanted to console her, to somehow ease the harsh reality of what I'd said. But I could not. I would not lie to her nor pretend the task I set before her was anything other than what it was: an act of submission, which could entail the loss of her youthful dreams.

Tô me sentindo estranho hoje... - Por que? - Sei lá, hoje acordei com vontade de tudo que, com muito esforço, eu deixei de gostar... - Cigarros? - Também! - Do que mais? - Você.

The trouble with being angry is that it not only makes you feel stupid, it encourages you to say stupid things as well. Stupid things that are hard to take back and impossible to erase.

You did not lose! You gave it away of your own free will. You gave me away. You gave away love.

He had wasted the span of my entire life.

Grief and sorrow are one and the same. But until you feel regret for what is now forever out of reach, you do not truly mourn.

Never regret love.

Ah, se… Muitas vezes seus pensamentos tinham girado em círculos em volta desse "se", brincando com a ideia de como sua vida teria sido "se".

Le mal du pays lui perçait la poitrine et les remords lacéraient tout espoir d'une vie meilleure. Il était naufragé.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

You stole it all! My youth, my work! Everything!

El amargor que me sube a la garganta es talmente como si el corazón me fabricara acíbar en vez de sangre; me sube y me baja por el pecho, dejándome un regusto ácido en el paladar; mojándome la lengua con su aroma, secándome los dentros con su aire pesaroso y maligno como el aire de un nicho.

According to Sarah, who had gone two years ago, prom was famous for being an overpriced disappointment where most people had no fun.

life went rushing past and it preoccupied you, and suddenly you realized you were never going to read War and Peace or sit drinking blood-orange juice at a sidewalk cafe in Florence or sail the Greek islands for a month.

Where was she now? in a middle-aged marriage? did she live in this city still? He had a sudden urge to see her, as if he might retrieve by looking at her the ferocious sensation of that kiss, that moment –

endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it's all gone