Quotes About Regret

What fools we are, eh? What fools, sitting here in the sun, singing. And of love, too! I am too old for it and you are too young, and yet we waste our time singing about it. Ah, well, let's have a glass of wine, eh?

Unable to forgive his own sins, unsatisfied with just the goodness of his heart, [Kerouac] would go on poisoning his body until it rotted around him, rotted, bloated, exploded, and fell away to let the pure Jack Kerouac, the saint, escape free at last - remembered only as a ghost.

I felt the reckless abandon of one who knows she stands already among the damned. "Why not, then, another sin?

the surfeit of loss in my life has convinced me it will be easier to be grieved for than to grieve." Bethia as an old woman about to die p 257

When I looked at my hands and wrists, marred by the marks of small burns from cook pots and flying embers, every red weal or white pucker brings to my mind's eye that eternal fire, and the writhing masses of the damned, among whom I must expect to spend eternity.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.

A useless life is an early death.

I remember when I got married. I remember where I got married. But for the life of me, I can't remember why I got married.

Love's like the measles - all the worse when it comes late in life.

Every surgeon carries about him a little cemetery, in which from time to time he goes to pray, a cemetery of bitterness and regret, of which he seeks the reason for certain of his failures.

'The horror of that moment,' the King went on, T shall never, never forget!' 'You will, though,'the Queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'

English I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!

All sins cast long shadows.

This is the beginning of a new day. God has given me this day to use as I will. I can waste it or use it for good, but what I do today is important, because I am exchanging a day of my life for it! When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever, leaving in its place something that I have traded for it. I want it to be gain, and not loss; good, and not evil; success, and not failure; in order that I shall not regret the price I have paid for it.

Every small boy wonders why his father didn't go into the ice cream business.

Most men are secretly still mad at their mothers for throwing away their comic books. They would be valuable now.

What a folly to dread the thought of throwing away life at once, and yet have no regard to throwing it away by parcels and piecemeal.

Who loses a day loses life.

Most of us spend our lives as if we had another one in the bank.

Possessions dwindle: I mourn their loss. But I mourn the loss of time much more, for anyone can save his purse, but none can win back lost time.

The Importance of Using Time Well How pleasant it is, at the end of the day, No follies to have to repent; But reflect on the past, and be able to say, That my time has been properly spent.

Time is the one thing that can never be retrieved.

I wish I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.

Wasted time means wasted lives.