Quotes About Regret

I sort of......accidentally....tore it to pieces. And threw it in the fire. Well, he was mine after all.

Oh, Daniel!" she whispered softly. "I am so sorry!" He pressed his finger to her lips. "Hush. I am not, Callie." His finger rimmed her lips. "I've a son to raise, a daughter to see. Oh, Callie!

Christa, she was fine and sweet and gentle, and yes, I loved her, and dear God, yes, I'm sorry the war killed her, just as I'm sorry the war killed so many! But Christa, I have never wished that you were anyone but you, and I have prayed only that our child might survive. If you haven't read my heart, Christa, then you are a stupid, stupid Reb as well!

I warned you before not to marry him if he couldn't kiss you as I did. Now I can warn you that you'll never have anything like you had tonight with him. Not in a thousand years, Kiernan.

Not my finest hour," he says, shaking his head. "You realize you did it for no reason," I say. I tell him about talking to my dad and explain that I was crying because of that. "That information would have been useful BEFORE I shoved him in the pool.

Looking out over the water, I spotted him right away,straddling his board. He was only a dot, but I would have known him anywhere.I thought of the shape of his hands,the hollow at the base of his spine,the way my heart had never stopped skipping a beat at the sound of his voice, and I realized it was the kind of loss- because I knew now that the thing I wanted more than anything in the world not to go fully wrong could- from which I would never fully recover. And I'm not sure I ever fully have.

If keeping your word costs you the one thing you love the most, then what was it even worth keeping in the first place?

If there was one thing responsible for ruining lives, it was love.

Only missed being a jumper, or dying in the collapse, by five minutes. That ash on me, later I thought about it. That was people. Probably people I knew.

I'd rather regret the things I've done than the things I haven't done. —Lucille Ball

I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy...

I would not regret putting a hole in your arrogant chest, only it would be deflected when it hit that piece of rock you call a heart.

Only a fool would wish to go back who he was.

De pronto, mientras miraba por la ventanilla, se sintió engañada y enojada. Todo ese tiempo y ese amor invertidos en la vida de otra persona, y ahora él se había ido, y con él gran parte de su futuro

You...you loved her, didn't you, Pa?" Theodore sighed, and kept staring at the horses' rumps. "Oh, I loved her, all right," he answered. "A man sometimes can't help lovin' a woman, even if she's the wrong one.

His wife was casting him off, half regretfully, but relentlessly; casting him off and turning now for love and life to the children. Henceforward he was more or less a husk. And he himself acquiesced, as so many men do, yielding their place to their children.

The past. The Golden Age of the past. What a nostalgia we all feel for it. Yet we don't want it when we get it. Try the South Seas.

At one point in one's life you get a sense of your own mortality. You view death in a certain way. From that point on you look at your fellow man with a new understanding. I have some feelings for it now. They say it happens in your mid-thirties. Sometimes I have a fantasy of my corpse being carried around in a box, people mourning me. Saying, "We shouldn't have treated him so badly.

What you hope for, like Unforgiven did a lot to give you a chance to do it again sometime.

She had not eaten supper and remembered the chicken and salad and wondered where Ervin was and imagined him in a nice restaurant, being pleasant with the waitress in a very low-key way, letting on nothing, a felon in flight, a murderer of possibilities, a their of happiness, a man guilty of so much, yet never standing trial for anything.

Speak when you are angry, and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret.

We want to forget until we start to forget. from the poem Regret

I cried for what should have been.

A dead man is the worst enemy alive ... You can't alter his power over you. You can't alter what you love or owe. And it's too late to ask him for his absolution. He has beaten you all ways.