Quotes About Regret

My whole life seemed to spill out into the river, swirling away from me, everything I had ever been or ever wanted to be.

Twenty years. A lot like yesterday, a lot like never.

A hundred stories [...] Ghosts rising from the dead. Ghosts behind you and in front of you and inside you.

I keep trying to find a way to tell this story, to explain how things went bad

They all carried ghosts.

Nostalgia—that's the basic sickness, and I never heard of a doctor who can cure it.

And right then I submitted. I would go to the war—I would kill and maybe die—because I was embarrassed not to. That was the sad thing. And so I sat in the bow of the boat and cried. It was loud now. Loud, hard crying.

On the morning after Ted Lavender died, First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross crouched at the bottom of his foxhole and burned Martha's letters. Then he burned the two photographs.

It had no memory, therefore no guilt

He enjoyed not being dead. Lying there, Kiowa admired Lieutenant Jimmy Cross's capacity for grief. He wanted to share the man's pain, he wanted to care as Jimmy Cross cared. And yet when he closed his eyes, all he could think was Boom-down, and all he could feel was the pleasure of having his boots off and the fog curling in around him and the damp soil and the Bible smells and the plush comfort of night.

When the boy hopped away, Azar clucked his tongue and said, 'War's a bitch.' He shook his head sadly. 'One leg, for Crissake. Some poor fucker ran out of ammo.

I'd be happy just to go back to about 1990," said Scott quietly. "The way we all were then.

The Irishman had a tendency to let long-standing guilt dry out into annoyance.

You can't undo baptism.

Sometimes I miss you the way someone drowning remembers the air.

Please God, whatever I was I am no longer….All is forgotten, if not forgiven—it could have come to that. But I don't trust the thought. I don't know if it's because it would be too easy or too terrible to imagine no one cares anymore.

I spose it's wrong to pray that someone dies… But I've thought about all the prayers. If that's what I was doing them years…Asking something, someone, anything, for a big black anvil to fall from the sky like in the cartoons. Kerang! On Wankbag's head. Because nothing else was gunna save [me]…

It's having the choices that kills a man. It's the best and the worst. You get to choose and you get to regret. Almost guaranteed to bugger it up. And sometimes not.

Some things are worse than death,' Wright told Brown. 'If a man lives, he must still live with himself.' "19

You happened to me, she told him, her voice more fatigued than embittered. You came out of a grubby sixth-rate farm on a tenth-rate planet, and destroyed my life. - Mara Jade

Creo que nadie se mete en una guerra sin tener la incómoda sensación de que las cosas habrían podido solucionarse de otra manera, a pesar de que esa otra manera se haya probado y fallado.

I don't think anyone ever goes into a war without the nagging feeling that there might have been some other way.

Once you make a decision, you can never go back and change it. Sometimes, farther down the line, you have a chance to alter its effects. But the original decision is there forever.

Someday, Mitth'raw'nuruodo, you'll overthink and overplan, and it will all come crashing down around you. When that happens, I hope someone is there to lift you back to your feet. You, perhaps? Ar'alani shakes her head. Her expression holds regret, perhaps even pain. I very much fear I will never see you again. The growing chaos in the Ascendancy warns of coming war. If you don't return quickly, there may be nothing left for you to return to.