Quotes About Regret

It was a very familiar feeling for Rimmer - the horrible slow dawning, the internal denials, the frantic mental search for someone else to blame, the gradual acceptance that, once again, he'd done something so unspeakably asinine it would live with him for the rest of his days, lurking in the horror pit of his mind along with nine or ten other monstrous ineptitudes that screamed and railed there, never allowing him to forget them.

If all you got to live for is what you left behind get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine.

Il suono della fisarmonica arrivava fin laggiù; il motivo saltellante e voluttuoso richiamava alla danza, ma a volte si mutava il lamento, come stanco di gioia, come rimpiangendo il piacere che passa e gemendo per l'inutilità di tutte le cose: allora anche l'occhio melanconico delle giumente pareva pieno di una dolcezza nostalgica.

Look, I know you're probably mad at me-" "'Probably' mad at you?" Annaïg exploded. "You tried to kill me!" "Yes, I see now how that might upset you," Slyr said.

Still, in the larger sense, in a broader sense, it's better to have lived than left, right?

A single bad decision can open a world of lamentable consequences.

I'm sorry," she said, still not turning to look at him. Then she laughed her sad laugh, and Jade realized how accustomed to it he had grown. He wondered how often she had laughed like that before she'd met him. "It feels like I'm doing that all the time now," she said. "Apologizing. More than I ever have." She finally turned to look at Jade. "Believe it or not, I usually have a difficult time with it.

two graves with no grass grown over them yet

Trust and stupidity are close friends. Of course, no one really knows that until it's too late.

I should have lived a different story, or lived the same story differently. I should have better told you, should have said: I have seen you, seen you and loved you because of what I have seen.

Why must conversions always come so late? Why do people apologize to corpses?

Dante's step into Hell will never be forgotten by Hell.

You have your whole life ahead of you," my mother told me, "don't spend all your time in the past." It's good advice, I know it is, but the past has its own ideas. It can follow you around with a life of its own, casting a long shadow.

I hate the calendar, which is both a circle and a straight line, a wheel and an arrow, grinding each anniversary, each day a reminder of my failures, my lost plans, unfulfilled objectives and wishes, the days aren't taken off the calendar, subtracted one by one, but added, another small stone accumulated, another foot moved ahead, the arrow flying forward instead of falling back to earth, when all I want is a complete stop.

And to live only once– What if that's not enough?

Self-Portrait at Twenty" I stood inside myself like a dead tree or a tower. I pulled the rope of braided hair and high above me a bell of leaves tolled. Because my hand stabbed its brother, I said: Make it stone. Because my tongue spoke harshly, I said: Make it dust. And yet it was not death, but her body in its green dress I longed for. That's why I stood for days in the field until the grass turned black and the rain came.

the numerous ways in which you can destroy love. You can fritter it away, through flirting and affairs. You can fail to pay it attention and watch it wither. You can poison it with arguments and bad blood. You can give up on it without even realising, preoccupied in your own corner. You can let it slip through your fingers as you scan the horizon, believing that there is someone, something better elsewhere.

Night has become painful for me. It brings to light the regrets of the day.

In a Chicago cafe the other night, an elderly man passed a table. "There goes George," observed an onlooker. "When he was young, he was a handsome guy and had many companies. Left a wife and two kids to starve, and ran off with another woman. And now look at him. Old, broke and very sad." "That's the way-it-goes," nodded Elly Kleinman. "Time wounds all heels.

I wish I'd been a Hell-raiser when I was 30 years old. I tried when I was 50 but I always got sleepy.

My point is that focusing on the past, present or future can have both positive and negative effects. Excessive worry about the future can be bad, while hopes and dreams can be good. Regret because of the past can be destructive, but learning lessons from previous events and having good memories can be great. Focusing intently on the present is usually stress-relieving and liberating, but sometimes the present moment is too sad or horrible to dwell on.

Regretful and negative thoughts about the past can effectively induce the same kind of fight or flight response that external threats stimulate.

C'était et je voudrais ne pas m'en souvenir c'était au déclin de la beauté...

We are young, but We already know that in life's great game those who are most unhappy are those who haven't taken the risk to be happy. And I don't want to be one of those