Quotes About Regret

I didn't mean—

You ate your sister's guppies

You know, I really wish now I'd had the nerve to become an actor. Because I'd have been Robert Redford, no question.

There's no question we made a couple mistakes there at UCLA at the very end.

Nobody wants an apology letter 14 years later.

There is no 'Bat Out of Hell III.' That should have never happened. To me, that record is nonexistent. It doesn't exist.

Nostalgia is always doomed and dooming.

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

I'm not nostalgic for my glory days in college. It was lame for me. Probably because I had no friends.

It's very intense to go back to the past and revive work that I've already experienced and moved forward from. It's like seeing an old girlfriend - awkward at times, nostalgic at times and downright maddening and embarrassing.

I have always kept notes and have kept letters from my friends and mother, which is rather depressing, as it takes you to the past.

My second, third and fourth novels were mistakes, essentially.

I shouldn't have left Nash in the sense that he's special as a player. You've got to nurture that. But New York was great for me.

I feel like my career has been a series of glowing obituaries.

Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.

I'm really obsessed with the past.

I became obsessed with all these women who die never feeling they did anything extraordinary with their lives.

I made a lot of mistakes. And obviously, it cost me.

Obviously my last two years in the NFL were not much fun at all.

There are so many occasions when I'd like to go back in time and have a word with myself.

Another occupation might have been better.

He himself has thinned out to the vanishing point of being only decisions once made that he can't do anything about ever after.

That was how the tears went down Cherry's face...a teaspoon full of ten years' sorrow.

the Waldorf looked like one of the dead and empty spaces which collect about the exit of a man who has lost a million in an hour.