Quotes About Regret

If you have trouble getting motivated always remember that time is going to pass either way and that eventually regret is going to make its way around.

The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.

Live your life so you don´t have to have any regrets when you throw your 70 year old birthday party

You don't know your presence of tomorrow, so why to WASTE today?!!!

The 6 greatest detriments to our health, happiness, and ultimate success: Regret, Worry, Guilt, Blame, Gossip, & ResentmentRemoving just one can change your life.

Somehow We all are Burning Ourselves as We Constantly Thinking About Our Past.

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?

Of this alone, even god is deprived, the power of making things that are past never to have been.

The two most important phrases in the human language are "If only" and "Maybe someday". Our past mistakes and our unrequited longings. The things we regret and the things we yearn for. That's what makes us who we are.

As a parent, my fear is that when we die, we'll have to watch all those moments in our lives when we were short tempered with our children, all the times they needed our love and we didn't give it, all those times we were distracted or in a bad mood, and all the times we were angry or impatient. My fear is that when the time comes, I'll have to watch all those moments again. That they'll make us watch them before we can get into Heaven

It is not by regretting what is irreparable that true work is to be done, but by making the best of what we are. It is not by complaining that we have not the right tools, but by using well the tools we have. What we are, and where we are is God's providential arrangement - God's doing, though it may be man's misdoing; and the manly and the wise way is to look your disadvantages in the face, and see what can be made our of them.

We found ourselves discussing the three kinds of fateful choices that exist in the two books: the ones characters make knowing that they can never be undone; the ones they make thinking they can but learn they can't; and the ones they make thinking they can't and only later come to understand, when it's too late, when "nothing can be undone," that they could have.

I daily discover so much baseness and ingratitude among mankind that I almost blush at being of the same species, and could quit the stage without regret, was it not for some gentle, generous souls like my dear Peggy. Benedict

Hij lachte over de mislukkingen die ik hem vertelde. Maar hij lachte mij niet uit. Nee, eerder lachte hij, zoals iemand lacht over fouten die hij zelf lang geleden, begaan heeft, met nog wel wat verdriet omdat hij gefaald heeft, maar ook voldoening omdat hij ze overwon, of van geen belang meer acht.

If you trap the moment before it's ripe,The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe;But if once you let the ripe moment goYou can never wipe off the tears of woe.

Never seek to tell thy loveLove that never told can be;For the gentle wind does moveSilently, invisibly.I told my love, I told my love,I told her all my heart;Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears—Ah, she doth depart.Soon as she was gone from meA traveler came bySilently, invisibly—Oh, was no deny.

Well, that's the point, isn't it? We are all sorry for what is inevitable. Piece by piece it is taken away from us. We appear to bargain, but it all comes to the same thing in the end. Death and condolences.

What shall I do for pretty girlsNow my old bawd is dead?

She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Things said or done long years ago,Or things I did not do or sayBut thought that I might say or do,Weigh me down, and not a dayBut something is recalled,My conscience or my vanity appalled.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,You'd know the folly of being comforted.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?

Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?