Quotes About Regret

The one vice beyond redemption is to do bad things out of stupidity.

Ah! ¡no haber parido todo un nudo de víboras, Antes que amamantar esta irrisión! ¡Maldita sea la noche de placeres efímeros En que mi vientre concibió mi expiación!

Saniye, tam üç bin alt? yüz kez saatte, F?s?ldar:: An?msa! - Çabuk çabuk, sesiyle Bir böceÄŸin, Åžimdi der: Ben GeçmiÅŸ'im bile, Ä°ÄŸrenç hortumumla emdim ömrünü hatta!

The man allured by a passing face, For ever bears the chastisement Of having wished to change his place.

La necedad, el error, el pecado, la tacañería, Ocupan nuestros espíritus y trabajan nuestros cuerpos, Y alimentamos nuestros amables remordimientos, Como los mendigos nutren su miseria.

Aquel que nunca se despertó en un lecho anónimo, al lado de un rostro que ya no volverá a ver; y no salió de un burdel al alba, con ganas de tirarse a un río por asco físico de la existencia, se ha perdido algo.

Et le ver rongera ta peau comme un remords.

Nos péchés sont têtus, nos repentirs sont lâches.

Nos peches sont tetus, nos repentirs sont laches; Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux (33-34)

Nos peches sont tetus, nos repentirs sont laches; Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux, Et nous rentrons gaiement dans le chemin bourbeux, Croyant par de vils pleurs laver toutes nos taches. (33)

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.

she is no longer the beautiful woman she was. she sends photos of herself sitting upon a rock by the ocean alone and damned. I could have had her once. I wonder if she thinks I could have saved her?

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, 'don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye.

and you invented me and I invented you and that's why we don't get along on this bed any longer. you were the world's greatest invention until you flushed me away. now it's your turn to wait for the touch of the handle. somebody will do it to you, bitch, and if they don't you will - mixed with your own green or yellow or white or blue or lavender goodbye.

the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.

when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we all agreed on the same thing; we'd all like to die fucking (although none of us had done any fucking) and now that we are hardly kids any longer we think more about how not to die and although we're ready most of us would prefer to do it alone under the sheets now that most of us have fucked our lives away.

I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

the worst thing, he told me, is bitterness, people end up so bitter.

New Year's Eve always terrifies me.

Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.