Quotes About Regret

Now she thought of the fly landing daintily in the pool of resin. Perhaps it had mistaken it for honey. Perhaps it hadn't seen the puddle at all. By the time it had realised its mistake, it was too late. It had flailed, and then it had sunk, and then it had drowned.

At bedtime, Nath and Lydia brushed their teeth sociably at the sink, taking turns to spit, saying goodnight as if it were any other night. It was too big to talk about, what had happened. It was like a landscape they could not see all at once; it was like the sky at night, which turned and turned so they couldn't find its edges. It would always feel too big. He pushed her in. And then he pushed her out. All her life, Lydia would remember one thing. All his life, Nath would remember another.

Acho que, na maioria das vezes, todo mundo merece mais de uma chance. Todos nós fazemos coisas de que nos arrependemos de vez em quando. Você só tem que carregá-las consigo.

They settle on her with their dark wings then, nearly suffocating her: all of her many mistakes of motherhood.

He can't know what it was like, not the first time, not the last. He can guess, but he won't ever know, not really. What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him. Whether she thought he'd failed her, or whether she wanted him to let her go. This, more than anything, makes him feel that she is gone.

What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him. Whether she thought he'd failed her, or whether she wanted him to let her go. This, more than anything, makes him feel that she is gone.

So much will happen, he thinks, that I would want to tell you.

You'll always be sad about this. But it doesn't mean that you made the wrong choice. It's just something that you have to carry.

This was what would haunt Mrs. McCullough most: that Mirabelle hadn't cried out when Bebe had reached into the crib and lifted her up and taken her away.

What would she have done if she'd been in that situation? Mrs. Richardson would ask herself this question over and over, before Michael's call and for weeks—and months—after. Each time, faced with this impossible choice, she came to the same conclusion. I would never have let myself get into that situation, she told herself. I would have made better choices along the way.

e pegou no diário que a mãe lhe dera no Natal. Até que enfim acontecera algo importante, algo que devia registar. Mas não sabia como explicar o que se passara, como tudo mudara num único dia, como alguém que amava tanto podia estar ali num minuto e, no minuto seguinte ter desaparecido.

War makes men barbarous because, to take part in it, one must harden oneself against all regret, all appreciation of delicacy and sensitive values. One must live as if those values did not exist , and when the war is over one has lost the resilience to return to those values.

I veri acciacchi dell'età sono i rimorsi.

È peccato solo il rifare un'azione che già si sa porta al rimorso e quindi a una risoluzione (arricchimento) che non ci arricchisce piú, avendoci già arricchito una volta. Dico bene?

L'uomo si ritrae in solitudine per peccare.

Our biggest regrets are not for the things we have done but for the things we haven't done

Forgive me…for everything…I have done…A - a wiser father…may have done differently. I am not…wise.

I think we all suffer from guilt at some point in our lives, but for the most part I never really regret, and I try to always remain positive. Yes, I think that those issues are very interesting to play in a character, and they're prominent issues in life, and I think people can relate to them.

We who know both sides know that in giving up the belief in deity we have lost nothing of value, nothing that need cause us a single regret. And on that point we certainly can speak with authority; for we have been where the Theist is, he has not been where we are.

I have fallen behind time, and am too old to catch it again. Even the noise it makes a long way ahead confuses me.

It's probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he's absolutely lethal.

It's probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he's absolutely lethal.

Don't you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you've made, every hurt you've received, every bit of meanness you've dealt out? There's no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.

Sometimes you just have to regret things and move on.