Quotes About Regret

You spend long moments worrying and wondering only to see the wash up on the shore of a sea of wasted hours. Only to see them stranded on the island of foolishness. He wants that time back. He wants that energy back.

Jah,» lausus mees vaikselt. Ta peatus ja pööras pea kõrvale. «Ma armastasin teda.» Sonea pilgutas üllatunult silmi. Akkarin ja orjatüdruk? Akkarin oli teda armastanud? Akkarin oli armastanud kedagi teist? Sonea tundis üha kasvavat ebakindlust ja pahameelt, mis peagi asendusid süütundega. Kas ta oli tõesti armukade juba aastaid tagasi surnud tüdruku pärast? See oli naeruväärne.

Musing upon the king my brother's wreck And on the king my father's death before him.

I was not sorry when my brother died

How about forgetting? you say. Sometimes forgetting is better than remembering when nothing can be done. Forgetting is harder than you think, says Nyasha. Especially when something can be done. And ought to be. It's a question of choices.

People, heed my warning: That stuff is Specials Olympics in a pint glass. You think they are harmless and not very strong, and the next thing you know it is an hour later and you are in the bathroom of the bar with your pants off, surrounded by five girls, giving your boxers to a bachelorette party because one of the girls is cute and told you that you had a nice butt. Be forewarned. - from the Austin Road Trip story

Yes, take it all around, there is quite a good deal of information in the book. I regret this very much; but really it could not be helped. -from the Prefatory

Every event has a purpose and every setback a lesson. Failure is essential to personal expansion. It brings inner growth and a whole host of psychic rewards. Never regret your past. Rather embrace it as the teacher it is

Jacopo Belbo didn't understand that he had had his moment and that it would have to be enough for him, for all his life. Not recognizing it, he spent the rest of his days seeking something else, until he damned himself.

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Agora selo o que não devia ser dito,no túmulo em que me torno.

Does it make sense to choose the wrong Opportunity just to convince yourself that you would have chosen the right one—had you had the Opportunity? I

You can be obsessed by remorse all your life, not because you chose the wrong thing—you can always repent, atone—but because you never had the chance to prove to yourself that you would have chosen the right thing. I

La tragedia del suicida consiste en que nada más saltar por la ventana, entre el séptimo y el sexto piso, se arrepiente: «¡Oh, si pudiese volver atrás!»

You can be obsessed by remorse all your life, not because you chose the wrong thing—you can always repent, atone—but because you never had the chance to prove to yourself that you would have chosen the right thing.

Afterward I remembered these things very clearly, with that longing we feel sometimes to recover a state of life that we have lost for ever, though perhaps that we have lost it is all its value.

We should have known from the first day that the country wasn't for us, and we should have taken our courage in both hands and gone back home.

We all make mistakes, Carol. Sometimes they're more expensive than others. But I don't deserve to lose you,' he said, spreading his hands in appeal.

I just think sometimes, they were kids once. They ran about the park kicking a football. They had things they wanted to be. Nobody dreams about being that guy there. Nobody sets out to be like him. And we keep coming up against folk that have got themselves completely fucked up.

He knew he could devastate her and drive her from him with a handful of well-chosen sentences. And part of him wanted to do just that. Part of him wanted to banish her and her presumptions from his life. He'd travel further and faster and lighter without her. Then an appalling thought battled through his anger. You sound just like Vanessa .

Alas, poor James is dead. / We see his face no more. / For what he thought was H2O / Was H2SO4

I told her you were probably here'. 'Thanks,' Tony said. 'Did I mention she thinks her brother's murder is my fault?

He had lived without her before. He could get over it! In a year or so he'd be able to walk straight past her without his heart so much as missing a beat. He needed her as much as a drunk needs a cork! But he understood all too quickly how vain these thoughts were. How can you tear something out of your heart? Your heart isn't made out of paper and your life isn't written down in ink. You can't erase the imprint of years.

Everyone feels guilty before a mother who has lost her son in a war; throughout human history men have tried in vain to justify themselves.