Quotes About Regret

Maybe I shouldn't have given the guy who pumped my stomach my phone number, but who cares? My life is over anyway.

If anyone reads this when I have passed to the big bad beyond I shall be posthumorously embarrassed. I shall spend my entire afterlife blushing. I'm

Ich finde es schade, dass es nicht Mark ist - er hätte es sein können. Er hätte es sein sollen. Es hätte etwas bedeuten können. Vielleicht nicht viel, aber sichtlich mehr.

I'm sorry it's not Mark - it could've been. It should've been. It might've meant something. Maybe not much, but certainly more

My eyes meet his eyes. "You were a jerk," I say. His hands move to my cheeks. "I'm sorry." I pull away, but I can only go an inch before I bump into lacrosse sticks, not that I really want to go any farther. "Nope. No way. You do not get to kiss me yet." He pouts.

she was just another girl I would never get to know.

And he don't know...that I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all 4 tires...Maybe, next time he'll think before he cheats.

Cause' I don't wanna' spend my life jaded, waiting to wake up one day and find that I've let all these years go by wasted. Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing, but still every morning the color of the night, I ain't spending no more time wasted.

I bet all I had on a thing called love; guess in the end it wasn't enough. And it's hard to watch you leave right now; I'm gonna have to learn to let you go somehow.

I shoplifted. I was about five years old, and I took a candy from a store. We paid for three of them, but I took four, and I went home and cried. My mom took me back, and I paid for the missing piece.

The dead so soon grow cold." Funny that I got that off. It was years since I had read Oscar Wilde or any of his wise cracks.

It's weird, I never wish anything bad upon anybody, except two or three old girlfriends.

No, Captain Madsen, you don't regret having had a child simply because you lose it. Having a child isn't a deal you strike with life. As I said: a child is a gift. And what remains after a child is gone is the memory of the years it was allowed to live. Not its death.

Não, capitão Madsen, não nos arrependemos de ter tido uma criança só porque a perdemos. Ter uma criança não é um negócio que se faz com a vida. Como eu disse, uma criança é um dom. E o que fica depois de uma criança desaparecer é a recordação dos anos que pôde viver. Não a sua morte.

But to close your eyes for the last time on something precious - a hope, a hand reaching out for you - that must be the worst. Even terror needs a yardstick, and surely the yardstick for the unknown is the known?

I'll never make the mistake of being 70 again.

I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.

It's too late," she said. "Don't say that." His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you.

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.

My time has been passed viciously and agreeably at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that 'Carpe Diem' is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds-for who can trust to tomorrow

If I should meet thee After long years How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.

and what is writ, is writ, Would it were worthier! but I am not now That which I have been

Oh pleasure, you're indeed a pleasant thing, / Although one must be damned for you no doubt. / I make a resolution every spring / Of reformation, ere the year run out.

Oh could I feel as I have felt,-or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a vanish'd scene; As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be, So midst the wither'd waste of life, those tears would flow to me.