Quotes About Regret

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it. And in spite of this he felt that then, when his love was stronger, he could, if he had greatly wished it, have torn that love out of his heart; but now when as at that moment it seemed to him he felt no love for her, he knew that what bound him to her could not be broken.

God forgive me everything!' she said, feeling the impossibility of struggling...

How often we sin, how much we deceive, and all for what?... All will end in death, all!

I was wrong when I said that I did not regret the past. I do regret it; I weep for that past love which can never return. Who is to blame, I do not know. Love remains, but not the old love; its place remains, but it all wasted away and has lost all strength and substance; recollections are still left, and gratitude; but...

What would it mean to murder the only person in the world whom you loved?

Don't shoot me, Sidney, I love you." He had shot him right through the words that still haunted him today, the most perfect words ever said to him.

I have wrote my name in hell," Brian McFee had said as he was dying on the sawdust of the floor in the Bent Ridge Tavern.

Jack turned red,I kinda let a princess die. His grandfather groaned. You do realize that's not a good thing to do, right? the old man asked. So I'm told.

In the darkness things always go away from you. Memory holds you down while regret and sorrow kick hell out of you. The only help you'll get is a few hard drinks and morning.

Much later, as he sat with his back against an inside wall of a Motel 6 just north of Phoenix, watching the pool of blood lap toward him, Driver would wonder whether he had made a terrible mistake. Later still, of course, there'd be no doubt. But for now Driver is, as they say, in the moment. And the moment includes this blood lapping toward him, the pressure of dawn's late light at windows and door, traffic sounds from the interstate nearby, the sound of someone weeping in the next room.

Great lovers lie in hell, the poet says. Even now, long afterwards, I cannot destroy the images. They remain within me like the yearnings of an addict. I need only hear certain words, see certain gestures, and my thoughts begin to tumble. I despise myself for thinking of her. Even if she were dead, I would feel the same. Her existence blackens my life.

The fast was ended. Like the story he had read to them so many times, of the poor couple who were given three wishes and wasted them, he had not wanted enough. He saw that clearly. When all was said, he had wanted one thing, it was far too small: he had wanted them to grow up in the happiest of homes. One of the last great realizations is that life will not be what you dreamed.

And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life. / Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, / And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more. / Never, never, never. Pray you, undo / This button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O!

Lear wills his own death: "Break, heart, I prithee break

She recognized that the assassination had transformed him into a hero too: 'Now, I think I should have known that he was magic all along- but I should have guessed that it would be too much to ask to grow old with [him] and see our children grow up together. So now, he is a legend when he would have preferred to be a man.

Ah, me! Roll them back, you ruthless harvester of the years. Give back to me Nat-ah'-ki and my youth. Return to us our lodge and the wide, brown, buffalo plains.

Alas! Alas! why could not this simple life have continued? Why must the railroads, and the swarms of settlers have invaded that wonderful land, and robbed its lords of all that made life worth living? They knew not care, nor hunger, nor want of any kind. From my window here I hear the roar of the great city, and see the crowds hurrying by.

but she'd learned that anger and regret were bitter desserts.

People sometimes made mistakes when they felt overburdened. Maybe they drank too much, slept with the wrong person, yelled at loved ones.

People sometimes made mistakes when they felt overburdened. Maybe they drank too much, slept with the wrong person, yelled at loved ones. Or screamed at people on social media. A fan of cool sea spray misted her face, and she realized that mistakes were all part of being human. Jeremy hadn't been a saint, any more than she was. If she'd had better relationship skills, she might have diffused Sunny's anger and

Hard words will break no bones: But more than bones are broken By the inescapable stones Of fond words left unspoken.

Nothing could be worse than the fear that one had given up too soon, and left one unexpended effort that might have saved the world.

Nothing can be worse than the fear that one had given up too soon and left one unexpended effort which might have saved the world.

Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.