Quotes About Regret

L'autre soir un air froid d'opéra m'alita; Son félé -- bien fol est qui s'y fie! Il neige, le décor s'écroule, Lolita! Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie? Dying, dying, Lolita Haze, Of hate and remorse, I'm dying. And again my hairy fist I raise, And again I hear you crying.

We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a colleges of dog eared maps, ruined your books, old tires and her sobs in the night- every night, every night- the moment i feigned sleep.

But how can I begin writing when I do not know whether I shall have time enough, and the torture comes when you say to yourself, Yesterday there would have been enough times - and again you think, If only I had begun yesterday...

I could not bring myself to touch him in order to make sure he was really dead. He looked it: a quarter of his face gone, and two flies beside themselves with a dawning sense of unbelievable luck.

He tried to recall his best moments with her, but those moments were poisoned forever.

Y entonces supe que lo más punzante no era la ausencia de Lolita a mi lado, sino la ausencia de su voz en ese concierto

What's so awful is that one can't tear up the past by its roots. One can't tear it out, but one can hide one's memory of it.

compuse un madrigal al negro humo de sus pestañas, al pálido gris de sus ojos inexpresivos, a las cinco pecas asímetricas de su nariz respingona, al vello rubio de sus miembros tostados; pero lo rompí y ahora no puedo recordarlo.

I have hurt too much too many bodies with my twisted poor hands to be proud of them

Glancing sideways, he said that he loved her. Then, turning rapidly, he walked away and entered a tobacco shop.

She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago

Moth holes had appeared in the plush of matrimonial comfort.

Forget me now, but remember me afterwards, when the bitter part is forgotten.

Was I in here last night and did I spend a $20 bill? Oh, thank goodness... I thought I'd lost it.

Quieting the mind means less regretting. The mind is still when it is totally here and now in perfect oneness with the action and the actor. It is the purpose of the Inner Game to increase the frequency and the duration of these moments, quieting the mind by degrees and realizing thereby a continual expansion of our capacity to learn and perform.

Fell in love with a beautiful blonde once. Drove me to drink. And I never had the decency to thank her.

I crossed my arms. "You're saying I'm not usually polite?" He staged a sigh. "It's amazing how quickly I can regret saying something with you…" "I'm polite. I'm very fucking polite.

Forgive me, Father, but I'm still screwed up.

When armies are mobilized and issues joined,The man who is sorry over the fact will win.

When armies are mobilized and issues are joined,The man who is sorry over the fact will win.

You just promised me eternity, you know. I can make you live to regret it.

Goddamn you. How can you still make me feel this way after all these years? Damn you for leaving me! And damn you for coming back like this, just when I thought you were gone forever and I might finally be able to forget you.

Leaving you was the last thing I ever wanted to do." He scowled, his grip holding her tighter, moving her farther into the heated wall of his body. "It was the hardest goddamn thing I've ever done. Ever, Claire.

It was too late to stop now. This kiss had damned them both.