Quotes About Regret

Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.

I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe iceboxand whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfastForgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold

This is Just to Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

Sad was the Hour, and luckless was the Day. - Eclogue the Second: Hassan; or the Camel-driver

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it.

Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

Every man plays the fool once in his lif marry is playing the fool all one's life, but to marry is to playing the fool all one's life long.

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

The good we never miss we rarely prize

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase Are fruits of innocence and blessedness.

I lost my mother when I was three years old. She had some small injury – a piece of metal pierced her foot – but it went septic, and because she couldn't afford a real doctor she saw a man in the village instead. He must have made it worse. Certainly he failed to cure her. She died quite unnecessarily; at least that is what I feel.

I came alone and I go as a stranger. The instant which has passed in power has left only sorrow behind it. I have not been the guardian and protector of the Empire. Life, so valuable, has been squandered in vain. God was in my heart but I could not see him. Life is transient. The past is gone and there is no hope for the future. The whole imperial army is like me: bewildered, perturbed, separated from God, quaking like quicksilver.

There are times in the lives of most of us when we would have given all the world to be as we were but yesterday, though that yesterday had passed over us unappreciated and unenjoyed.

I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.

Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.

That was Youth with its reckless exuberance when all things were possible pursued by Age where we are now, looking back at what we destroyed, what we tore away from that self who could do more, and its work that's become my enemy because that's what I can tell you about, that Youth who could do anything.

For the first time in his life he realized that sometimes in life you go through doors that only open one way. You can stand before them and think about whether you want to go through them or not. But when you do and the door closes behind you there is no way to go back. The door is featureless and unknobbed and smooth as a sheet of glass. You can pound on it and claw till your fingers are bleeding, scream until your throat is raw, but no one will open the door, no one will even hear you.

What do you want? You're finished. You don't begin to suspect how finished you are. When all these people hear about what you've done to their folks, they're just going to mob you. They'd hang you, but you won't last that long. They'll tear you apart like a pack of dogs.

The last time I saw my woman she had a wine glass in her hand. She was drinking down her troubles with a no good sorry man.

S]ometimes in life you go through doors that only open one way. You can stand before them and think about whether you want to go through them or not. But when you do and the door closes behind you there is no way to go back. The door is featureless and unknobbed and smooth as a sheet of glass. You can pound on it and claw till your fingers are bleeding, scream until your throat is raw, but no one will open the door, no one will even hear you.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

the friend neither sang of grief, nor open his heart to me he muttled in his inquisition and wasted his life and his dreams

There is no mountain so heavy as the guilt of the least sin is to an awakened conscience.