Quotes About Regret

The sad quiet greyblue glow of the dying day came through the window and the open door, covering over and allaying quietly a sudden instinct of remorse in Stephen's heart. All that had been denied them had been freely given to him, the eldest: but the quiet glow of evening showed him in their faces no sign of rancour.

Benden yana olduÄŸundan sesin K?rd?m onun kalbini, Elimin içinde tuttuÄŸumdan Yeniden ellerini. Ne bir söz, ne de baÅŸka bir ÅŸey Onarabilir bunu --- Bir zamanlar dostum olan Åžimdi yabanc? bana.

One human being had seemed to love him and he had denied her life and happiness: he had sentenced her to ignominy, a death of shame. He knew that the prostrate creatures down by the wall were watching him and wished him gone. No one wanted him; he was outcast from life's feast.

Ben birleÅŸme lehine rey veren Sir John Blackwood'un sulbündenim. Hepimiz Ä°rlandal?y?z, kral oÄŸluyuz hepimiz. Yaz?k, dedi Stephen.

E' morto per un brutto caso di ventesimo secolo.

The tragedy of my species xxx is that it does not live in its own time. Homo sapiens is locked on history's rearview mirror, never the road ahead, bent on catching some presumed lost paradise xxx xxx The human race is destroying itself with nostalgia...

El calendario de la fama Adiós, adiós, mis amadas manos dijo Rachmaninov en su lecho de muerte y Joseph Hofmann, el gran pianista, inventó el limpiaparabrisas de observar su metrónomo Genio que soy, que lo único que puedo hacer es marcar las teclas equivocadas en mi máquina de escribir

I would almost forget about Ida Durbin. But a sin of omission, if indeed that's what it was, can be like the rusty head of a hatchet buried in the heartwood of a tree -- it eventually finds the teeth of a whirling saw blade.

Every drunkard has many moments of shame that live like carpet tacks in his memory

At a certain age, you realize the greatest loss you can experience is a theft you perpetrate upon yourself—the waste of days given us. Is there any more piercing remorse than the realization that a person has thrown away the potential that resides in every sunrise?

Varina was breathing hard through her nose, her face pinched, not unlike a child's. "You don't know how mad you can make people," she said. "I had tender feelings for you once, whether you knew it or not. But you're a shit, Dave Robicheaux.

I wasn't a criminal, but I was genuinely insane. My greatest enemy is sleep. I see the men and boys I killed many years ago in a foreign land, and I'm filled with sorrow. Have you had those experiences, sir? Please tell me that is indeed the case and that you wish to get them out of your life. Can you do that for me, sir?

You put me in mind of a man who spent his last cent on Ex-Lax and forgot the pay toilet cost a dime.

Ernest Hemingway said chasing the past is a bum way to live your life," the sheriff said. "He also said he never took his own advice.

God, don't let me be an old fool, I prayed.

This piece of land was our original sin, except we had found no baptismal rite to expunge it from our lives.

Maybe he would come back one day. Or maybe not. Back then, people had a way of walking down a tar road and crossing through a pool of heat and disappearing forever.

What Victor Charles and the NVA couldn't do to him, or the Mob or his enemies inside NOPD, Clete had done to himself with fried food, booze, weed, whites on the half shell, and calamitous affairs with strippers, junkies, and women who seemed to glow with both rut and neurosis.

because they listened to Black Sabbath." "Why didn't he get the injection table?

crowd again. "I think we blew an opportunity. But maybe

But the succubus I had tried to exorcise by marrying a woman of peace still held title to my soul. I saw the room distort and the faces of the people around me turn into Grecian masks, and I heard a sound in my ears like the steel tracks of armored vehicles wending their way across an unforgiving land. I heard people screaming and I did not know if their voices were from my sleep or if my own deeds had transformed me into an object of horror and pity in the eyes of my fellow man.

But the past is the past, and you don't get it back.

I messed my pants," he said.

I went to the bathroom in my pants. That's what you done, man.