Quotes About Regret

When he visited his and Adam's old bedroom, the thread of disapproval he'd felt during his proposal of a memorial became a rope, as he saw the savage absence not only of Adam but of himself. So when he shut the door on his family and stepped out into the rain it was an already belated act.

Ajax blinked. Then he looked swiftly into her face. In her words, in her voice, was a sound he knew well. For the first time he saw the green ribbon. He looked around and saw the gleaming kitchen and the table set for two and detected the scent of the nest. Every hackle on his body rose, and he knew that very soon she would, like all of her sisters before her, put him to the death-knell question Where you been? His eyes dimmed with a mild and momentary regret.

Every night. Well, she burnin up down there now, her and her nasty daughter…

Does anybody regret leaving a hotel room? Does anybody, who has a home, a real home somewhere, want to stay there? Does anybody look back with affection, or even disgust, at a hotel room when they leave it?

My life has been of but little worth mostly fild [sic] up with vanity.

Nothing in its life so became the Soviet Union as the leaving of it

Over the past thirty years we have thrown all this away.

It is, quite simply, humiliating.

My mommy told me If I was goody That she would buy me A rubber dolly My sister told her I kissed a soldier Now she won't buy me That rubber dolly Now I am dead And in my grave And there beside me A rubber dolly

The place I belong...Maybe it did exist. I was too stupid and stubborn to notice it, but what I really wished for back then was here. Why do I always see these things after they're done and gone?

Things you have now, things you've lost. People who're near by, people who've gone far away. No matter what you choose, truth is, both regret and reluctance are going to follow you around. You just have to make sure you don't make excuses to yourself down the road.

You went alone. You were right beside those irreplacable things...yet you couldn't bear to immerse yourself together in sorrow with them. So instead...you ran away so that your own malice could burn within you.

My place really was here. I was too foolish and stubborn to notice. But, what I truly hoped for then was here. Why do I always realize it... when I've already lost it.

It hurt, remembering. Hurt because there was so much I'd done, so much I'd yet to do. In so many different ways, I now realized, not remembering had been a blessing. A brief respite in the twisted bloody mess that my life had become. But at least I knew who I was.

My eyes were stinging, my body shaking, and my heart seemed to be just aching deep in my chest. (...) I should have let myself smash down the rocks. It would have hurt a whole lot less

Everyone says your first time should be magical. You should be in love. You should feel safe. Because you can't go back once you've done it. That will always be your first time. Years later this is what I'll remember as my first time. That inflated sensation is long gone. Now I just feel nauseous; it s the feeling I get when reality dawns.

Depicting yourself as a whole person on the page doesn't only mean recognizing your role in a bad situation. It means being emotionally authentic. It means showing all of yourself: the shameful parts, the embarrassing parts, the parts that you might regret or that you wish weren't true.

The only way I could seem to cope with this overwhelming longing was by perseverating about what I could have changed.

Inever did become wise. Y'always think that when you get old, you're supposed to become wise. But here I am, fixin' to die, and I never did." Gloria's milky blue eyes widened and she raised her eyebrows. She laughed, just a little bit.

the folly of men makes me seriously angry.

The sermon passed into the general confession, and Phryne admitted with perfect frankness that she had done those things which she ought not to have done and left undone those things which she ought to have done.

Now we will all die. What a pity. I haven't done half the wicked things I wanted to do, and the ones I have done I haven't done anything like enough.

I always like cases when the victim's been practically begging to be killed. It means I don't have to be sorry for him.

Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret. —AMBROSE BIERCE