Quotes About Regret

By dying young, I shall escape great sufferings. I had not qualities or talents to make my way very well in the world: I should have been continually at fault.

Remorse is the poison of life.

Dare my guilty heart admit the horrible acknowledgement that I love you still?

Words are so very difficult to take back and forget. Memories fade with time, but words never do. They linger in our minds, our hearts, haunting us.

Charlotte Hughes

No, I am not sorry for having offended him. I don't mind him; but Ailie, how little one knows! All the angry and bitter feelings that I thought burnt out for ever when I lay waiting for death, are stirred up as hotly as they were long ago. The old self is here as strong as ever!

This night is my departing night, For here nae longer must I stay; There's neither friend nor foe of mine But wishes me away. What I have done through lack of wit, I never, never can recall: I hope ye're all my friends as yet. Good night, and joy be with you all. Armstrong's Good Night

It was not a pleasant evening. She tried to read, but the insistent gnawing thought that her life was done, and not very well done at that, appeared on every page. She tried to sew—but the work she had at hand was unsatisfactory. "It's only another failure!" she said to herself, and laid it down. She had no fancy work. If her books failed her she was lonely indeed.

Forgive my pants for remaining unshitten.

I wish I had a great relationship with my mother.

I don't know why I did the things I did I don't know why I said the things I said Pride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes

If I could turn back time If I could find a way I'd take back those words that have hurt you And you'd stay

When you walked out that door I swore that I didn't care But I lost every thing, darlin', then and there

It sounded like a good idea at the time, which is probably going to be on my tombstone—along with a catty footnote about poor impulse control. But

But of course, Libby didn't grow up. She died in Salmon Bay instead. Supposedly.

But I'd rather look back and regret something I did when I was young and crazy, than look back and regret something I never had the courage to do, and realize it's too late.

Nunca sabrás lo bien que me ha hecho conocerte-dijo-.Jamás tendré oportunidad de llevarte al cine, ni de invitarte a caminar por la playa, ni de hacerte el amor, pero todos los días agradezco a Dios haberte tenido en mi vida por un tiempo. Eso es un milagro, Jean.

Uncertain as I was as I pushed forward, I felt right in my pushing, as if the effort itself meant something. That perhaps being amidst the undesecrated beauty of the wilderness meant I too could be undesecrated, regardless of the regrettable things I'd done to others or myself or the regrettable things that had been done to me. Of all the things I'd been skeptical about, I didn't feel skeptical about this: the wilderness had a clarity that included me.

It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.

Perhaps being amidst the undesecrated beauty of the wilderness meant that I too could be undesecrated, regardless of what I'd lost or what had been taken from me, regardless of the regrettable things I'd done to others or myself or the regrettable things that had been done to me. Of all the things I'd been skeptical about, I didn't feel skeptical about this: the wilderness had a clarity that included me.

What if I forgave myself? What if I forgave myself even though I'd done some things I shouldn't have? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn't do anything different from what I'd done? What if yes was the right answer instead of no? What if all those things I shouldn't have done were what got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?

You will regret the small thing you didn't say for the rest of your life.

One of the worst things about losing my mother at the age I did was how very much there was to regret.

He hadn't loved me well in the end, but he'd loved me well when it mattered.