Quotes About Regret

There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Better to be king for a night than a schmuck for a lifetime.

Posterity will say as usual: "In the past things were better, the present is worse than the past."

We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still too close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear, of furtive unrest... might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion, as it had before.

The past is a funeral gone by.

No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.

We crucify ourselves between two thieves: regret for yesterday and fear of tomorrow.

Yesterday I lived, today I suffer, tomorrow I die; but I still think fondly, today and tomorrow, of yesterday.

The past with its pleasures, its rewards, its foolishness, its punishments, is there for each of us forever, and it should be.

The past is the tomorrow that got away.

The past is one evil less and one memory more.

The past cannot be regained, although we can learn from it; the future is not yet ours even though we must plan for it. ... Time is now. We have only today.

Don't waste today regretting yesterday instead of making a memory for tomorrow.

Sometimes I would almost rather have people take away years of my life than take away a moment.

Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by day, in all the thousand small, uncaring ways.

Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)

Yesterday was the first day of the rest of your life . . . and you messed it up again.

The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.

Can anything be sadder than work unfinished? Yes; work never begun.

The time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.

But words once spoke can never be recall'd.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been!"

Words once spoken, can never be recalled.

I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which never happened.