Quotes About Regret

Guilt is one way of attaching a meaning to a death. We want to find a meaning. It lessens the pain.

Of course, my dear, I cannot, how could I, altogether regret what has happened.

Perhaps that was the only time which we should ever, ever have together. Perhaps it was something which would never, never, never come again.

Filthy lucre! Filthy lucre!" I could hear Sammy saying, with the voice of a man cursing the woman he has ruined.

You have sometimes thought of going back? Yes, I have, but only in a fantasy way.

I felt blank dismay, instant fear for myself. I did not want to be involved in any mess of Priscilla's. I did not even want to have to be sorry for Priscilla.

Bradley, my marriage is over. I think my life is probably over. What a poor affair it has been.

But now, when things had happened which were too appalling to think about, when his romantic love was a corpse and his cleverness a ghost, he knew where it was he wanted to lay his head.

For me, nothing can ever be well again.

She had made some sort of life-mistake which meant that everything would grow worse and never better.

But even Es and cocaine, over the years they blow holes in your brain, rob you of your memories, your past. Which is fair enough, convenient even.

Ah took a pish oan the cunt, then ah felt bad aboot Albo's cel so ah sais tae him oan the wey oot, cunt's only went n pished hissel but, eh.

You pushed me away mister. You rejected me. You tricked me and spoiled things between me and my true love. I've seen you before. Long ago, just lying there as you are now. Black, broken, dying, I was glad then and I'm glad now.

Spud has two expressions: totally-scoobied-as-to-what-the-fuck's-going-on and the constantly-on-the-verge-of-tears look he is currently deploying. Assailed with self pity and self loathing, regarding his folly in sitting next to Begbie, he glances around. - Aye... it's bad, like say, he concedes, wondering how he can manoeuvre into another seat.

Mâine dimineaÈ›-o s?-mi par? r?u, da', cum ar zice Sick Boy, dimineaÈ›a-È™i poart? singur? de grij?.

Acid, man, fuck that, never again, never until the next time at any rate.

Contigo lo son todas, colega», le replico, entrando en un juego muy viejo. «¿Te acuerdas de la chica de la casa okupa de Shepherd's Bush? Lorraine, de Leicester. Te partió el corazón. Te cuelgas demasiado, colega, eso es lo que te pasa.»

Tell me, please,' Van Gogh asked, 'is it justifiable that a person wastes his only life by selling worthless paintings for fools?

Having reached 451 books as of now doesn't help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one. (Those would be my next-to-last words. The last ones will be: I love you, Janet.) [They were. -Janet.]

The whole world might know you and acclaim you, but someone in the past, forever unreachable, forever unknowing, spoils it all.

The pleasantness of their company outweighed the regret of their passing. On the whole, then, it is better to experience what you experience now than not to.

He also said, I suppose there are people who are so `lucky' that they are not touched by phantoms and are not troubled by fleeting memory and know not nostalgia and care not for the ache of the past and are spared the feather-hit of the sweet, sweet pain of the lost, and I am sorry for them-for to weep over what is gone is to have had something prove worth the weeping.

a moving finger having once written could never be lured back to unwrite.

Ben Estes knew he was going to die and it didn't make him feel any better to know that that was the chance he had lived with all these years.