Quotes About Regret

At my age, I should not be afraid of anything—certainly not my own past.

Lately, though, I find myself thinking about the war and my past, about the people I lost. Lost. It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don't belong and turned away, too confused to retrace my steps. They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

Then he left her there, standing along, surrounded by word ghosts; things she could have said.

What did she wish? She didn't know. When she thought about it, that was the problem with her life, now and always, she'd never known what to wish for until it was too late.

she should have told me that times slides away on a hillside of lose shale and takes everything in its path-dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

I was not good at the whole making-death-a-positive-transition thing. How could I? I wanted her to fight to the last breath. It was a mistake. I should have listened to her fear, comforted her. Instead I'd promised her that everything would be okay, that she would heal.

I should have called Dad more from Africa," Nina said. "I knew how much my phone calls meant to him. I always thought there was time. . . ." "Sometimes the door just slams shut, you know? And you're all by yourself.

There, beside the shifting fact of all that water. What's done is done.

I regret it when I suppress my feelings too long and they burst forth in ways that are distorted or attacking or hurtful.

Even the words that we are speaking now thieving time has stolen away, and nothing can return. (I, 11)

But the past, he concluded, was as dead as a smashed Victrola record. "Chasing yesterdays," said he, "is a bum show".

Only as a warrior can one withstand the path of knowledge. A warrior cannot complain or regret anything. His life is an endless challenge, and challenges cannot possibly be good or bad. Challenges are simply challenges.

Memories are worse than bullets.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

I bet He's only sad for the part of me that belonged to Him.

I'm sorry I got you involved in this

It is not enough to say you are sorry. You must utterly own the terrible thing you have done. You must cast no blame on the one you have injured. Rather, accept every molecule of the responsibility, even if reason and self-preservation scream against it. Then, and only then, will the words 'I am sorry' have meaning.

I stared in the mirror. Love gone bad showed me a Gorgon. I stared at a dragon. Fire spewed from the mouth of a mountain. And here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue and your girls, your girls. Wasn't I beautiful Wasn't I fragrant and young? Look at me now.

This was Maude's legacy; she left Alice with her heart weakened, its chambers bruised. She was no longer up to the enthusiasm required by love.

Our regret would not change what had happened, only make our grief for the big laughing youth more bitter.

There's a quote of hers [Lucille Ball] that I've always loved: 'I guess I would rather regret the things I've done than to regret the things I've never done.

People who hate often do very foolish things.

In the growth mindset, it's almost inconceivable to want something badly, to think you have a chance to achieve it, and then do nothing about it. When it happens, the "I could have been" is heartbreaking, not comforting.

You can look back and say, "I could have been…," polishing your unused endowments like trophies. Or you can look back and say, "I gave my all for the things I valued." Think about what you want to look back and say. Then choose your mindset.