Quotes About Regret

An apology is a statement that sincerely expresses your sorrow for your role in causing—or at least not preventing—pain or difficulty to others.

You've got choices, like any other creature. You can stumble down that road, pretending you can't help it. You can curl up and die of regret and sorrow for what you've done. Or you can get up and fight, even though the battle might be lost.-Finn

No podríamos seguir siendo amigos?... -Seguro que muere un hada cada vez que en algún lugar del mundo se formula esta pregunta.

Ich wollte meine Augen öffnen, um Gideon ein letztes Mal anzusehen, aber ich schaffte es nicht. "Ich liebe dich, Gwenny, bitte verlass mich nicht", sagte Gideon, und das war das letzte, was ich hörte, bevor ich von einem großen Nichts verschluckt wurde.

Du hast dir selber eins übergebraten! Kannst du dich noch daran erinnern, wie gemein du deswegen zu mir warst?« Gideon grinste schwach. »Ja, kann ich. Und es tut mir ehrlich leid. Aber wer rechnet denn auch mit so was? Jetzt komm schon! Bevor der Blödmann wieder aufwacht.

It's always easy to be wise after the event.

I stopped and asked him if he was all right, and he said he was tired of remembering everything he wanted to forget and forgetting everything he wanted to remember.

Sometimes I remember the way I used to be," she said as we sat across the table from each other, "and I'm surprised nobody ever smacked me." I took a long sip of my coffee so that I would not have to answer her. I wanted to tell her that she ought to be more generous to the girl she used to be, if not out of respect for herself, then out of respect for me, or more specifically for the boy I used to be, who loved that girl, after all.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." MARK TWAIN

We all have that burning question about what happens if we lose somebody we love, especially if we lose them tragically. We wonder what fear was going on, we wonder if we could have reached out and touched them, held their hand, looked in their eyes, been there.

Hindsight. It's like foresight without a future.

I'm not even supposed to be here today.

The last time he'd flown into Heathrow, he'd sworn he would never do it again.

My mom had once told me that being a mother was made up of "regret and then forgetting about that regret sometimes.

Annie took another sip of the vodka, letting the alcohol seep through her system, turning bad ideas into good ones.

C'mon, now," yelled Arden, "that was off by a mile." Kenny sidled up to Buster, holding the beer can that Joseph had obliterated with the potato gun. The can looked like a piece of shrapnel pulled from an unlucky body, jagged edges and splattered with warm pieces of potato.

She walked back into the kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink. She picked up the phone and dialed Sally's office number, relieved to be shuttled to her voice mail. "Sally," she said, walking, as always, straight into the sun, "I think I fucked you over again." the portrait of a lady, 1988 artists: caleb and camille fang None of the Fangs could deny it: Buster was beautiful.

I am no longer ashamed how for weeks, after, I wanted to be dead--not to die, mind you, or do myself in--but to be there already, walking amongst all those I'd lost, to join the throng singing, if that's what there is-- or the nothing, the gnawing-- So be it.

How I wish I could leave or forget all my dead.

Soon I realized that if beauty equalled forgiveness, I was never going to be forgiven.

it always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.

The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements, compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love.

Repentance and yearning, and yearning and repentance: this is the total harvest of life.

Once through this ruined city did I pass I espied a lonely bird on a bough and asked 'What knowest thou of this wilderness?' It replied : 'I can sum it up in two words: 'Alas! Alas