Quotes About Regret

It's beautiful." Tears stung her eyes. Why couldn't he have done something like this years ago when their marriage was shaky, when she needed attention, when she needed to know she was more important than his business? Oh, Kevin, she thought, why are you doing this now, when it's too late? The question plagued her, but she pushed it out of her mind. Lighten up Cara. This is temporary. (Chapter 3)

Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses.

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

When you say, "I fucked up," the action retains its meaning, its sordid origin, its obscenity, and its poetry. Poetry is quite compatible with obscenity.

The worst mistakes I've made have been the ones directed by sweet-natured hopefulness.

father jacques just smiled. "i can't say it's been a pleasure, colonel, but i did enjoy talking to you. i even hope that when you die and your ass is burning in the fires of hell, you won't suffer too much. in fact, i'll pray for your soul, my son.

Think When did it go wrong? The break-in? No, before that. The party? That was part of it, but that wasn't when it started. Zack? Of course, yeah, it would be easy to say it was Zack. But that's not it, is it? Before Zack. Before Ryan. Before Max and Derrick or that whole thing with the wallet. Before Ashley. Before tenth grade even began. And you're thinking, this can't be it.

Very sorry can't come. Lie follows by post.

Yank was a good man who lived a good life. He never did anything wrong. He died before his time, while I was still in jail. They wouldn't let me come home on a pass for his funeral. Not even for my brother's or sister's funerals. Yank managed O'Malley's Restaurant on the West Chester Pike, and he wrote me in jail that he was going to throw a great big welcome home party for me when I got out, but poor Yank got a heart attack and it killed him.)

But what was it all about? Ego, that's all. There was no love there. Just a lot of drinking and a lot of ego. Both of them will kill you. They

feel very bad about it now. I wasn't an abusive father, but I started getting a little neglectful, and Mary was too good a woman, too easy on me. Then at some point, I just joined that other culture and I stopped coming home. But I brought cash over every single week. If I did good, Mary did good. I was a selfish bastard. I thought I was doing good by giving money, but I didn't give the kids enough family time. I didn't give my wife enough time.

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

We often regret we did not do otherwise, when that very otherwise would, in all probability, have done for us.

Murderers sow death, and complain of the desert. (Meurtriers sèment la mort, - Et se plaignent du désert.)

The dragon spits fire, what extinguishes its tears. When we live in rancor, we are born to be old. (Le dragon crache du feu, - Ce qui éteint ses larmes. - Quand on vit de rancune, - On naît pour être vieux.)

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse.

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse. (Le souvenir des morts - Est bien un bon remords)

That vague kind of penitence which holidays awaken next morning.

"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. "It was the salmon."

I [Marley's Ghost] wear the chain I forged in life.

Oh gracious, why wasn't I born old and ugly?

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past." "Long past?" inquired Scrooge…. "No. Your past."

"I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?" said Scrooge.

It's only my child-wife.