Quotes About Regret

There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead.

Algunas cosas las olvidas, no? Olvidas lo que quieres recordar y recuerdas lo que quieres olvidar.

He had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an ill-formed notion of their appearance.

The uncle lit up and blew smoke in a thin blue viper's breath toward the window. It coiled and diffused in the yellow light. He smiled. I'd like to have a dollar for every time I quit, he said.

The crimes of the moonlight melonmounter followed him as crimes will.

Do you wish you would die? No. But I might wish I had died. When you're alive you've always got that ahead of you. Or you might wish you'd never been born. Well. Beggars cant be choosers.

I'm fixin to go do somethin dumbern hell but I'm goin anyways. If I dont come back tell Mother I love her. Your mother's dead Llewelyn. Well I'll tell her myself then.

A life without grief is no life at all. But regret is a prison. Some part of you which you deeply value lies forever impaled at a crossroads you can no longer find and never forget

I just meant I'd seen things I'd as soon not of. I know it. There's hard lessons in this world. What's the hardest? I don't know . Maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They aint comin back.

Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.

He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.

Grief is the stuff of life. A life without grief is no life at all. But regret is a prison.

Chigurh shot him in the face. Everything that Wells had ever known or thought or loved drained slowly down the wall behind him. His mother's face, his First Communion, women he had known. The faces of men as they died on their knees before him. The body of a child dead in a roadside ravine in another country.

You might change your mind about what you hate to leave, he said.

You never know when you'll be in need of them you've despised

The old man remembered it now with dim regret, and remembered such nights when the air was warm as a breath and the moon no dead thing.

Etrafa iyi sat?c? çok, dur bakal?m, belki bir ÅŸey al?rs?n. Hayat?m biraz geç kald?n. Ben alaca??m? ald?m zaten. DeÄŸiÅŸtirmeye de niyetim yok.

If someone said to you that you had thrown your life away over a woman what would you say? Well thrown.

I'll go slower. Grief is the stuff of life. A life without grief is no life at all. But regret is a prison. Some part of you which you deeply value lies forever impaled at a crossroads you can no longer find and never forget.

People will go to strange lengths to avoid the suffering they have coming. The world is full of people who should have been more willing to weep.

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair.

Because he knows what perhaps you do not. That the past cannot be mended.

His whole life was sitting there in front of him. Day after day from dawn till dark until he was dead. All of it cooked down into forty pounds of paper in a satchel. He

Torbert nodded. You and the sheriff goin to come down and get me off of death row? If we cant get you out we'll get in there with you. You all dont be makin light of the dead thataway, Bell said. Wendell nodded. Yessir, he said. You're right. I might be one myself some day.