Quotes About Regret

Almost every night I say, "I wish I had done much better,

No one would deny that all wars and battles are regrettable acts of human folly, causing unjustifiable agony and distress to combatants and non-combatants alike-but these considerations should not preclude their serious study, if only to avoid the mistakes of the past which make such tragedies inevitable.

I have discovered in my long life that there are many words and phrases which have more power than any spell of magick. The most well-known of these is, of course, I love you. But by far the most deadly is, if only. For these two words can strip a man's strength, his courage and his confidence. They become the father of regret and anguish and pain.

Because I would give it all back to have my health.

Just then someone called his name and he turned and saw the torn and colorless polo shirt, the slacks that couldn't be patched any more. He saw the sunken-cheeked cadaver, the living waste of time and effort that added up to the face and body of his younger brother.

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

Life is too brief. I had a friend whom I intended to know better. Yesterday he died.

The greatest waste in all of our earth, which cannot be recycled or reclaimed, is our waste of the time that God has given us each day. — BILL GRAHAM, EVANGELIST DO YOU REMEMBER DOILIES?

A single moment that lasts a lifetime, still poisoning anything I come close to, to this day. Every person I touch.

I know you'll think this is crazy, but all I want to do is hold you, and I think that if you'll let me do that just for a few seconds, I can walk away, and never speak to you again.

You were a laugh with some potential. Now you're but a pricey pain.

No man ever threw away life while it was worth keeping.

As the population of software developers ages, they care more about the rest of their lives. Many lament wasting their twenties locked up in an office slaving over a piece of code that failed to reach market expectations and became obsolete soon after release. Work/life

The monsters in My head always knew That I would Lose you in The end

If I had my life to live over again, I would find you sooner so that I could love you longer.

Every man has a cemetery inside him. You don't know how big yours is until you dig in it.

Alors, ce que je dis, c'est que le cancer, c'est rien, Rakel. Tu vas mourir de honte aussi, et je te promets que ce sera pire que tout. Je veillerai personnellement à ce que toutes les saloperies que t'as faites soient étalées au grand jour, et que ce soit là tout le souvenir que tu laisseras. Tu vas crever dans ta propre merde.

Era la padronanza di sé che pietrificava e allarmava Pablo più di tutto, perché veniva dalla giovinezza e dalla bellezza, come quella che un tempo aveva conosciuto anche lui, e proprio per questo sapeva che non avrebbe conosciuto mai più.

Non c'è dispiacere più grande che ricordare la gioia passata nell'infelicità. 

Christmas was over. It had passed, as usual, in a fever of generosities, and left an aftertaste of swindle in its wake. "Anticippointment" Pamela said . . . and there was in that invented word all the regret and resignation that forty-seven years of Christmases had built up in her.

It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

misgivings , n . Last night, I got up the courage to ask you if you regretted us. "There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.

I knew there was no point in debating a man such as this. The world bent and contorted itself to fit his understanding, not the other way around. I could not make him see reason, could not make him regret his actions. It would be a mistake to try.

I noticed a very pretty woman come past this quite jauntily about a month ago, on marriage with Monasimba. Ten goats were given; her friends came and asked another goat, which being refused, she was enticed away, became sick of rheumatic fever two days afterwards, and died yesterday. Not a syllable of regret for the beautiful young creature does one hear, but for the goats: "Oh, our ten goats!"—they cannot grieve too much—"Our ten goats—oh! oh!