Quotes About Regret

No man ever really loved a woman, lost her, and knew her with a blameless though an unchanged mind,

Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

Bless me, yes. There he is. He was very much attached to me, was Dick. Poor Dick! Dear, dear!

It wasn't the wine,' murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. 'It was the salmon.' (Somehow or other, it never is the wine, in these cases.)

Those were drinking days, and most men drank hard.

if I should make a mistake, it could never be set right in your lifetime.

Yeniden dirilecek olsan ayvay? yerdin valla Jerry.

I sometimes derived the impression, from his manner, or from a whispered word or two which escaped him, that he pondered over the question whether he might have been a better man under better circumstances. But he never justified himself by a hint tending in that way, or tried to bend the past out of its eternal shape.

Your manners have been of that silent and sullen and hangdog kind, that, upon my life and soul, I have been ashamed of you, Sydney!

Our love had begun in folly, and ended in madness!

For certain, neither of them sees a happy Present, as the gate opens and closes, and one goes in, and the other goes away.

There is nothing I would not have given you to have had you deserve my old opinion of you; nothing!

Not to know that no space of regret can make amends for one life's misused oppurtunities!

Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never have had it?

Twenty years back, yes; at this time of my life, no. For, as I draw closer and closer to the end, I travel in the circle, nearer and nearer to the beginning. It seems to be one of the kind smoothings and preparings of the way. My heart is touched now, by many remembrances that had long fallen asleep, of my pretty young mother (and I so old!), and by many associations of the days when what we call the World was not so real with me, and my faults were not confirmed in me.

Knitting Done XV. The Footsteps Die Out For Ever Book the First—Recalled

Maldito seas! A fe que merece simpatía el hombre que me demuestra lo que yo podría haber sido y no soy.

For again Scrooge saw himself. He was older now, a man in the prime of life. His face had not the harsh and rigid lines of later years, but it had begun to wear the signs of care and avarice. There was an eager, greedy, restless motion in the eye, which showed the passion that had taken root, and where the shadow of the growing tree would fall.

If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, 'I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!' your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not?

There have been sore mistakes; and my life has been a blind and thankless one; and I want forgiveness and direction far too much, to be bitter with you.

Don't be afraid to hear me. Don't shrink from anything I say. I am like one who died young: all my life might have been.

I wish I had died. I wish I had died then, with that feeling in my heart! I should have been more fit for heaven than I ever have been since.

Look here!' she said, striking the scar again, with a relentless hand. 'When he grew into the better understanding of what he had done, he saw it, and repented of it! I could sing to him, and talk to him, and show the ardour that I felt in all he did, and attain with labour to such knowledge as most interested him; and I attracted him. When he was freshest and truest, he loved me. Yes, he did! Many a time, when you were put off with a slight word, he has taken Me to his heart!

Marley's Ghost bothered him exceedingly.