Quotes About Regret

Vannak titkok, amelyeket sohasem szabad kimondani, szégyenteljes dolgok, amelyeket jobb, ha az ember magával visz a sírba.

We'll go back to the cave," he said. "You're not going to die, Ygritte. You're not." "Oh." Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she sighed, dying.

Part of it went on gambling, and part of it went on women. The rest I spent foolishly.

The scariest thought in the world is that someday I'll wake up and realize I've been sleepwalking through my life: underappreciating the people I love, making the same hurtful mistakes over and over, a slave to neuroses, fear, and the habitual.

Strange, isn't it? To have dedicated one's life to a certain venture, neglecting other aspects of one's life, only to have that venture, in the end, amount to nothing at all, the products of one's labors ultimately forgotten?

What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness. Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering and I responded… sensibly. Reservedly. Mildly.

What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness.

Guilt is the unlived life.

Sin is the failure to reach your potential," he wrote. "Guilt is the unlived life.

Men and women sleep not with each other but with the memories, the regrets, the hopes of unions yet to come. Our adulteries are internal; they deepen our aloneness.

You maniacs! You blew it all up! Goddam you all. Goddam you all to hell.

Methinks I see the wanton hours flee, And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.

On the Plains of Hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions, who, at the Dawn of Victory, sat down to wait, and waiting--died

Ô maudite enfance, qui ne veut pas mourir !

No se puede decir más que con espanto el número de hombres que nacen, viven y mueren sin haber usado ni una sola vez su alma

Il y a donc des amours pareils à ces fruits de la Mer Morte qui ne vous laissent à la bouche qu'un goût de cendre impérissable.

As he made his way back to his home on the Dijver, along the canals, beside the calm waters, Borluut felt his regret, his remorse at having divulged his worries grow at the sight of the noble swans, sealed-in snow, which, prisoners of the canals, prey to the rain, the sadness of the bells, the shadow of the gables, have the modesty to remain silent and only complain, with a voice that is almost human, when they are about to die...

Human tragedies are always simple when we reconsider them in retrospect.

What I mean is, like you to have everything you want. Wished it was me, and not Jack, that's all.

And now I wish I hadn't been civil, because he says he shall not despair! He is as stupid as Endymion!" "No, no!" said Alverstoke soothingly. "Nobody could be as stupid as Endymion!

You are an atrocious person! Since the day I met you I have become steadily more depraved.

Guilt is the fertilizer that feeds resentment.

I thought of all the women on the Titanic who had refused dessert." Carrie's

I wish so much to go that I almost wish I had never been there.