Quotes About Regret

It had occurred, it had happened , and could never in his life be unhappened, never removed, a huge deadly black scar lasting forever.

Here memory was simply a cold cloud to be shuddered at.

Ludens experienced, as an extra pain, an intimation of the happiness he might have felt in such a place.

A less courageous person would have felt that it was too late, they would have felt ashamed, they would think wellI don't want this, I know I shall hate it, it's all wrong, but I'm so involved now I'll have to put up with it, and I know that later on I'll keep on wishing that I'd had the nerve to say no, even at the last minute....

She has somehow missed the bus of life.

He said, 'Forgive me for being a liar and a fool and an utterly worthless man.' Louise replied, 'I love you.' He took her in his arms for a moment and they held each other with closed eyes.

I felt at times, it is hard to describe this, almost mad with guilt, with a sort of general guilt about my whole life.

He looked so sad. I never saw him look sad before, he was always so superior, everywhere the king. You once called him a god from elsewhere who had lost his way.

Anyway, as you say, what the hell. I know, I've been to hell, I've seen it, I've been shown round. I'll kill myself. You'll see, you'll be sorry.

Brooding about the past is so often fantasy of how one might have won and resentment that one didn't. It is that resentment which one so often mistakes for repentance

You're always wanting to be forgiven. What do you want to be forgiven for?

I'm just one long disappointment.

The new world, he thought, the new life, and how sad it is. I suppose I should be congratulating myself, it may even be that later I shall look back on this as heaven.

Onurunuzu kaybetmenize sebep olan insanlar? kolay affedemiyorsunuz.

And she looked at her life and seemed to understand it and to grieve over it as if it were already over.

She began to feel that if there had ever been a bus she had by now certainly missed it.

In the clairvoyance of this despair he had seen how much his folly had already damaged both of them.

Year after year he wondered if he should go back and year after year felt it all recede from him past hope, past endeavour . . . He could not find his way back there.

Oh how stupid I am, he said to himself, using words which he had used ever so often since he was a child. At that moment it seemed to him that his life had consisted of one blunder after another, and now aged thirty-one he was well on into the stupidest of all.

He wished he was not always young again in his dreams, it made waking up so sad.

I can't see why anyone would want to go on living when they've got like that. Whatever can he look forward to?' 'The next drink.' 'Well, you would! I think old age is awful. I hope I'll never be old.

Why did I ever leave them, what was I fleeing from? What spoilt scene that I could not then endure?

It was too late to go back. There was a hand which could never, in grace and healing, be laid upon him now.

Her anger was against herself, for her frivolity and her blindness.