Quotes About Regret

It is better for a man to die at peace with himself than to live haunted by an evil conscience!

I go to my Room and I drink and I smoke some cigarettes and I think about her. I drink and I smoke and I think about her and at a certain point blackness comes and my memory fails me.

I often think of death. True. Suicide is a reasonable option. True. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I leave it blank.

I sleep during the day. I still dream about drinking and drugs. Sometimes I wake to a hang-over, sometimes I wake to a trickle of blood from my nose, sometimes I wake scared and shaking. I read, go to museums and visit Lilly in the afternoon. Sometimes I read to her, sometimes I talk to her, sometimes I just sit and remember the times, remember the times, remember the times. (James Frey, pg.119)

When I find a magazine and I lean back to start reading it, I can see the woman watching me out of the corner of her eye. She moves closer to the child and she puts her arm around him and she leans over and kisses his forehead. I know why she does it and I don't blame her and as I open my magazine my heart breaks and I hope that the little boy doesn't grow up to be anything like me.

Were it up to me, I would be with Lilly. Were it up to me I would be asleep in her arms. She's dead, in a cooler in some fucking morgue, and i'll never sleep in her arms again. The thought of it makes me sick, and it makes me want to join her. The rose will help me. It is time to start the killing. Time to fucking start. (James Frey, pg.39)

I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreckage I have caused to myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self-loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.

There are places from which you cannot return. There is damage that can be irreparable.

As we stand to leave, I look across the dining hall and through the glass at Lilly. She is smiling at me and the smile hurts.

There is one thing. One thing that haunts me from page one to page twenty-two. I have never spoken of it. I have never told another person

I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice all gravelly and smoky, I miss hearing her laugh, I miss getting her letters, writing her letters. I miss her eyes, and the smell of her hair, and the way her breath tasted. I fucking miss everything.

that's how it works most of the time; we say the things that matter to people when it's already too late.

Why do we need time travel, when we already travel through space so far and fast? For history. For mystery. For nostalgia. For hope. To examine our potential and explore our memories. To counter regret for the life we lived, the only life, one dimension, beginning to end.

If you aren't in the moment, you are either looking forward to uncertainty, or back to pain and regret.

My uncle is a mechanic, and I wish I had paid more attention, but I never did.

I broke my uncle's toy as a kid and never told him about it.

Ever since I made tomorrow my favorite day, I've been uncomfortable looking back.

I'm never uncomfortable with anything I do. I never feel like I regret anything. I love music, you know? All kinds of music.

We can all be self-destructive. I make terrible choices all the time. It's uncomfortable to admit that you did a thing that was selfish and that you knew would hurt someone else.

It's not uncommon to have at least one friend that you used to mess with, and it didn't work out. But still, there's mad love there.

Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been unconditionally released - to my great regret; for I have always wanted to know what going to prison was like.

I had to constantly try and fit in it and it really exhausted and tired me. I don't regret it because that was my learning to learn to come to this point of loving myself unconditionally.

I was very young, I was going to clubs underage. I am going to be very honest about it, I am not very proud of it but I did, like many people.

Actually, the only thing I regret is not making more underground films and bringing them with me as historical documents.