Quotes About Regret

He's a sweet man whose crime was that he didn't love me quite enough, and because this wasn't much of a crime I had to make up some bigger ones.

Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was.

After Arthur sent me away for my own good, it' like my life switched from color to black and white--like the ending of The Wizard of Oz.

Vale más hacer y arrepentirse, que no hacer y arrepentirse.

He wanted to shout, telling her to stop. He wanted to tell her that he could stay, that he wanted to stay, that if leaving meant losing her, then going home wasn't worth it. But the words stayed trapped inside him...

Will you have me, though I come to you corrupt? My armor tarnished with sin and decadence.

The moment had passed, the door between the lives we could have led and the lives we led had shut in our faces.

THE DEATH OF LEOPOLD GURSKY Leopold Gursky started dying on August 18, 1920. He died learning to walk. He died standing at the blackboard. And once, also, carrying a heavy tray. He died practicing a new way to sign his name. Opening a window. Washing his genitals in the bath. He died alone, because he was too embarrassed to phone anyone. Or he died thinking about Alma. Or when he chose not to.

He died alone because he was too embarrassed to phone anyone.

The truth is that she told me she couldn't love me. When she said goodbye, she was saying goodbye forever. And yet. I made myself forget. I don't know why. I keep asking myself. But I did.

Alone in my room, wrapped in a blanket, I whimpered and talked aloud to myself, recalling the lost glory of my youth when I considered myself, and was considered by others, a bright and capable person. It seemed that was all gone now.

I knew that to find and to feel Yoav again would be terribly painful, because of what had become of him, and because of what I knew he could ignite in me, a vitality that was excruciating because like a flare it lit up the emptiness inside me and exposed what I always secretly knew about myself: how much time I'd spent being only partly alive, and how easily I'd accepted a lesser life.

I though, So this is how they send the angel. Stalled at the age when she loved you most.

Así pues, él hizo lo más difícil que había hecho en su vida: cogió el sombrero y se fue. Y si el hombre que una vez fue el chico que prometió no enamorarse de ninguna otra muchacha mientras viviera cumplió su promesa, no fue por terquedad, ni siquiera por lealtad. No pudo evitarlo.

en el momento más importante de su vida no había sabido elegir las palabras.

My child, My love and my regret, as you were when I first laid eyes on you, a tiny old man who hadn't the time to brush off his ancient expression, naked and misshapen in the nurse's arms.

But how can one regret what, to the mind, has never existed? Even loss is an inaccurate description, for what loss is without the awareness of losing?

But. I knew. Believe me when I say, I knew it then as I know it now. It pains me to think how I never told you, and also to think of all you could have been.

Of his first wife, Ekatarina, who had died of tuberculosis in 1907, a year after their marriage, Stalin had reportedly said: "With her died my last warm feelings for humanity."3)

Leave nothing for death but a burned-out castle

I lived six months with her. Since that day - God be my witness! - 1 need fear nothing. Nothing, I say. Nothing, except one thing: that the devil, or God, wipe out those six months from my memory.

ÎÈ›i vin în gând mari asemenea modele, vezi limpede c? eÈ™ti un om de nimic, c? viaÈ›a È›i se iroseÈ™te în bucurii È™i în tristeÈ›i m?runte, în discuÈ›ii f?r? sens. "RuÈ™ine! RuÈ™ine!" strigi muÈ™cându-È›i buzele.

He answered me: "Forgive me for saying this, Boss, but you are a pen pusher. You poor creep, you had the chance of a lifetime to see a beautiful green stone, and you didn't see it. By God, sometimes when I have no work to do, I sit down and ask myself, 'Is there a hell or isn't there?' But yesterday, when I received your letter, I said to myself, 'There sure is a hell for certain pen pushers!'

I feel that I'm losing the most beautiful years of my life.