Quotes About Regret

Writing to you like this is the same as saying your name when I've woken up late, feeling sick, tasting rot. It's pointless, but it happens.

Have I ever been as frightened as when I read that? Frightened of myself, I mean. Ashamed of how I worked. In my panic I started to reply. A letter amounting to, *Please don't cut me out.* I didn't send it. I felt afraid of my words, then, of that machine. I left Manchester soon afterwards. I moved out while Margaret was away; didn't stay to say goodbye as we'd planned. I just dropped the key in her letterbox and went. Befitting what I was.

My father died of the same thing that Edwyn had suffered... Was I too stupid--I couldn't be--to take a lesson from that? Could I trust myself? Not to make my life a lair.

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come.

Abortions will not let you forget.You remember the children you got that you did not get.

They will never forgive us for this Somewhere Else.

And it is characteristic of the devil to be recognized too late.

I'm sorry, Prince Edvard. You had a wonderful civilization here on Marduk. You could have made almost anything of it. But it's too late now. You've torn down the gates; the barbarians are in.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Nothing is more expensive than a missed opportunity.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Looking back, I realise it was one of the bravest things I have ever done.

It was all that was left of a man's dream.

Well, I had fallen down on the job and an octogenarian farmer had wiped my eye with two gallons of strong ale. I didn't feel great.

To say I had a hangover next morning would be failing even to hint at the utter disintegration of my bodily economy and personality. Only somebody who had consumed two or three quarts of assorted home made wines at a sitting could have an inkling of the quaking nausea, the raging inferno within, the jangling nerves, the black despairing outlook.

I thought I heard you—one of you—saying it was a pity—umph—a pity I never had—any children … eh? … But I have, you know … I have …" The others smiled without answering, and after a pause Chips began a faint and palpitating chuckle. "Yes—umph—I have," he added, with quavering merriment. "Thousands of 'em … thousands of 'em… and all boys.

Cigars had burned low, and we were beginning to sample the disillusionment that usually afflicts old school friends who have met again as men and found themselves with less in common than they had believed they had.

Sometimes even the smallest of words can be the ones to hurt you

Sometimes "I tell myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much.

Careless words you can't have back. Have a way of leaving a bitter taste of your tongue.

Careless words you can't have back. Have a way of leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

Careless words have a way of leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

Learn to be a good friend because one day you're gonna look up and say I lost a good friend.

For healing, things have to be sacrificed at times and separation or loss might always be heartbreak and leave scars of remorse or regret.