Quotes About Regret

You hurt me, Mikhail, really hurt me." "I know, little one, I am sorry. Please forgive me." A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Is it really that easy?" His thumb erased a tear trickling down her face. "No, but it is all I have to give you at this moment.

I don't want to put you in the position of having to lie, Father. I find myself doing enough of that for Mikhail, and I'm not even certain why. Lord knows, he doesn't ask me to." There was sorrow in her voice, regret, confusion. "I wouldn't lie," he said. "Is omission the same thing as a lie, Father?

I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too. Scecsemo, what is it? If you kiss me, there isn't any going back.

The past is a weight that can end up crushing your life.

I have a life, goddamit. One life. I've seen too many people give theirs up, to drugs or suicide or even depression... fuck, even just lazinesss. I've seen lives wasted. I'll be damned if I'm going to waste mine.

I do not deny my past. I have been a great wanderer from what is right, but at least I know it and hope that the knowledge has not come too late.

You have to choose your future regrets.

not the wish to die with dignity but the desire to have died

Kierkegaard so shrewdly observes, one is condemned to live it forward and review it backward.

The church has made efforts to apologize for all this, but its complicity with fascism is an ineffaceable mark on its history, and was not a short-term or a hasty commitment so much as a working alliance which did not break down until after the fascist period had itself passed into history.

I had failed him; I knew it. But I could do no more. It was beyond my strength. That night, I think, he explored the uttermost depths of his loneliness.

Remorse is not for the elderly. When it comes to them, it is not purging or uplifting, but merely degrading and wretched, like a bladder disease.

Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.

FAUSTUS: Where are you damn'd? MEPHISTOPHILIS: In hell. FAUSTUS: How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell? MEPHISTOPHILIS: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it:

If I be cruel and grow tyrannous, Now let them thank themselves, and rue too late.

I'le burne my bookes; ah Mephostophilis.

Charlie Asher: I accidently shagged a monk last night. Minty Fresh: Sometimes, in times of crisis, that shit cannot be avoided.

We've been rehearsing a classic from antiquity, Green Eggs and Hamlet , the story of a young prince of Denmark who goes mad, drowns his girlfriend, and in his remorse, forces spoiled breakfast on all whom he meets.

You bitch! You killed me! You suck!

Unless you can change the past, you're wasting the present on this guilt

Sorry. Accident. Couldn't be helped.

Joshua, my memory of Maggie isn't about what happened the night before we left. I didn't go to see her thinking that we would make love. A kiss was more than I expected. I think of Maggie because I made a place in my heart for her to live, and it's empty. It always will be. It always was. She loved you.

I accidentally shagged a monk last night." "Sometimes, in times of crisis, that shit cannot be avoided.

I have followed my penis into hell and returned with the story.