Quotes About Regret

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

YOU HAVE WOUNDED MY HEART FOREVER!

you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.

And you'll cry out my name you'll finally know what you should have known So very long ago.

One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.

You were destroyed by what you befriended.

Hay cosas peores que estar solo pero a menudo toma décadas darse cuenta de ello y más a menudo cuando esto ocurre es demasiado tarde y no hay nada peor que un demasiado tarde.

they are unhappy with what I have become

if I had met you I would probably have been unfair to you or you to me. it was best like this.

I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn't happen.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.

dear J: I feel lucky that I didn't fuck you the first time we met in Houston, but luckier that I didn't fuck you the last time we met in San Francisco. this is the answer to your letter even though I don't know if you'll ever read it. the words are yours but I'll get credit for the poem. you see, it could never have worked, the way I am. B.

I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry. I stood up in a cafe and screamed I'm in love, and now you've made a fool of me…

Jim, did your father really blow his brains out because of your mother?" "Yeah. He was on the telephone. He told her he had a gun. He said, 'If you don't come back to me I'm going to kill myself. Will you come back to me?' And my mother said, 'No.' There was a shot and that was that." "What did your mother do?" "She hung up.

I suppose that at last like the average man: I've known too many women and instead of thinking, I wonder who's fucking her now? I think she's giving some other poor son of a bitch much trouble right now.

it's almost entirely waste. regret is mostly caused by not having done anything. the mind barks like a dog.

this will never leave me: that I had love and love died; a photo and a piece of tape is not much, I have learned late, but give me 14 days or 14 years, I will kill any man who would touch or take whatever's left.

age is no crime but the shame of a deliberately wasted life among so many deliberately wasted lives is.

you feel that you've wasted your years and yourself it didn't work for me either but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.