Quotes About Regret

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

A great deal of talent is lost to the world for the want of a little courage.

I have done it again.

she had watched the wrong fields.... The weight of all her unhappy years seemed for a moment to weigh her bosom down to the earth; she trembled, understanding for the first time how miserable she had been; and in another moment she was released. It was all gone, it could never be again, and never had been. Tears of thankfulness ran down her face. With every breath she drew, the scent of the cowslips flowed in and absolved her.

I regret often that I have spoken, never that I have been silent.

I thought about things stolen from me. I thought about the thieves I had known.

I had not thought death had undone so many.Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled.

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swellAnd the profit and loss.

Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened

The houses are all gone under the sea.

The Hell of Regret He who wins the race cannot run with the pack. And once you get out you can't come back, because caged lions don't mate with free ones! If ever you are going to win, you must forsake the social construct of the cage and all the cage dwellers.

My greatest fear is not living before I die, to play everything so safe that even though I had no risk I also enjoyed no reward.

A man who forgets his past and allows the flame of the things he loves to be extinguished has no future.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

Do you have such periods too? Periods you wish you could go back to, because you let them pass, because you wasted them, not realizing how precious they were? Periods you threw away like—how does the line go—like pearls before swine? Periods that, if only you could turn the wheel of time back to them, you would knit and embroider forever into your being, never letting them go?

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

A moment of patience in a moment of anger saves a thousand moments of regret.

Pile up enough tomorrows and you'll end up with nothing but a bunch of empty yesterdays.

I've come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us week, not our actions.

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I've fallen for her. And I've fallen. So hard. I've hit the ground.

I shouldn't have said that. We should keep reality as far away as possible.

You could say they got punished for what they did, but when you know the circumstances you can't help feeling sorry." "Mm . . . that's right." "Afterwards Yamagami couldn't make any kind of a living. This is a small place, and the dispute haunted him: wherever he went asking for work, no one would hire him. Up to now he seemed to be managing somehow with the money Yoshi brought in now and then.

I don't know the sutras. I can't console Yamada's spirit by chanting sutras. But I've been thinking a lot, and here's what I think. I've thought about how much Yamada didn't want to die. . . . No, to tell the truth, I've thought about how much he didn't want to be killed. There's no denying that Yamada was killed.

I'm nostalgic for the anger I once had.