Quotes About Regret

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!

Reckless youth makes rueful age.

"Oh, well," mused the young doctor, "it's too late to cry over spilt coffee — or an unwise decision."

I wasted another year of my life but this time it's not my fault.

Pain gives you the memory of things you shouldn't do.

?ini mi se kad bi ljudi znali, koliko je za mene napor bio živeti, oprostili bi mi lakše sve zlo što sam po?inio i sve dobro što sam propustio da u?inim, i još bi im ostalo malo ose?anja da me požale.

Volite ljude, ?esto im pomozite i uvijek ih požalite, jer su nam svi ljudi potrebni.

Bir H?ristiyana mezarl?kta bir kabri nas?l çok görebilirsin? dedi. Hem de onun günahlar?n? affetmeyecekmiÅŸim? Hayat?nda mutsuz oluÅŸu yetmiyor mu ki?.. Yukarda, hepimizin günahlar?n?n hesab?n? soracak olan, vars?n onun da günahlar?n?n hesab?n? sorsun!..

It seems to me, that if people only knew how hard it was for me to endure life, they would find it easier to forgive me for all the wrong things I've done and all the good things that I have failed to do. And they would still find a little compassion within them to pity me.

There comes a time when a man finds himself in front of a dark uncrossable abyss, which he himself has spent years digging. He cannot go forward, and has no way back. Words have failed, tears won't help, and who would he call out to? He can't even remember his own name. Then the man sees that on this god's green earth there is but one true suffering: the torment of guilty conscience.

Let yourself remember and visualize the ways you have hurt others. See the pain you have caused out of your own fear and confusion. Feel your own sorrow and regret. Sense that finally you can release this burden and ask for forgiveness. Take as much time as you need to picture each memory that still burdens your heart.

Jag förbannar mig själv, och inte för första gången, för att jag har begett mig ut på en svår färd med en osäker vägvisare vid en opålitlig årstid.

Ama aptall?k ettim, iyi vakit geçirtmek yerine onu kasvete boÄŸdum. Gerçekten de dünyan?n ÅŸark?c?lara ve dansç?lara kalmas? gerek! Gereksiz ac?lar, aylakça melankoli, boÅŸ piÅŸmanl?klar! -Barbarlar? Beklerken

running is different from drinking in at least one fundamental way—you never regret it when you're done.

Never enough time. It's never enough time. Was there enough time?

When I sit here and mope and don't do anything and can't do anything, then I actually feel the time slipping away from me. Hours and weeks and months rush past with nothing in them, and I can't nail them to the spot with a piece of work.

Så i dette forferdelige øyeblikket i ekteskapet sitt klamret han seg av alle krefter til støvsugerens vuggesang mens han lurte på om han noen sinne ville bli så heldig at han igjen ville kunne ignorere den.

What she wanted was really two things: to be elsewhere, and to be somebody else. Or at least a version of herself that had made better decisions, that had thought more clearly.

Decisions made quickly were almost always regretted quickly.

I had that hole in me, that empty space. I could have lived my life with it, content enough. I wasn't an unhappy man."..................... The tears came now. He watched them drip down her cheeks, wondered if she were even aware they leaked out of her. "She was part of my life. You are my life. If I have a regret, it's that even for an instant you could think otherwise. Or that I allowed you to." -Roarke

A pity it was so early in the day and I couldn't treat myself to the roller coaster. we'll have to come back, you and I, and make up for it. Sure, when I've lost my mind and want to rush screaming through the air in a little car.

Would you be shedding tears for McNab's dead body if he'd been screwing around on you?" Peabody pursed her lips. "Well, since I'd've been the one who killed him, I'd probably be shedding tears for me because you'd be arresting me. And that would really make me sad.

Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he'd found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she'd worn the first time he'd seen her. Studying it, knowing he had no intention of giving it back to her, he felt like a fool.

Is there any exceptionally beautiful woman you haven't slept with? I'll make you a list. So, you knocked her down.