Quotes About Regret

for that there was no atonement; but though forgiveness was impossible, forgetfulness was possible still

but I, once a lord of language, have no words in which to express my anguish and my shame...

How sad it is! murmured Dorian Gray with his eyes still fixed upon his own portrait. How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June.... If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that--for that--I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!

I know he likes me. Of course I flatter him dreadfully. I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said.

The one charm of the past is that it is in the past.

To get back one's youth, one has merely to repeat one's follies.

The one charm of the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen. They always want a sixth act, and as soon as the interest of the play is entirely over, they propose to continue it. If

Él nunca se lo perdonó. Es una costumbre que tienen los aburridos

Daughter of Sodom, come not near me! But cover thy face with a veil, and scatter ashes upon thine head, and get thee to the desert and seek out the Son of Man.

Upon the walls of the lonely locked room where he had spent so much of his boyhood, he had hung with his own hands the terrible portrait whose changing features showed him the real degradation of his life, and in front of it had draped the purple-and-gold pall as a curtain.

DziÅ› wiÄ™kszo?? ludzi umiera na postÄ™pujÄ…cy zdrowy rozsÄ…dek, a kiedy jest ju? zbyt pó?no na leczenie, odkrywajÄ…, ?e jedynÄ… rzeczÄ…, której siÄ™ nigdy nie ?aÅ'uje, sÄ… wÅ'asne bÅ'Ä™dy.

Every Saint has a past. Every Sinner, has a future.

Some one has killed herself for love of you. I wish that I had ever had such an experience.

Bana bunu yok ettiÄŸini söylemiÅŸtin. Yanl?? söylemiÅŸim. O beni yok etti.

The one charm of the past is that it is past.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

My vengeance is my guilt

ego pulveris hausti ostendens cumulum, quot haberet corpora pulvis, tot mihi natales contingere vana rogavi; excidit, ut peterem iuvenes quoque protinus annos.

Què li podia retreure sinó haver-la estimada?

I would mind it less, said Mrs. Westfall, if you looked a bit sorry or ashamed. The Virginian shook his head at her penitently. I'm tryin' to, he said

Out of everything I've lost, I miss my mind the most!

You can never take the violence back.

That's exactly why I never liked King Arthur's Guinevere. She screws up (pardon the pun), sleeps with her husband's best friend, causes the fall of a kingdom, then she doesn't have the guts to make at least one man happy, so she joins a friggin nunnery and esacpes from all of her problems, leaving everyone around her in a slavering mess. How incredibly spineless.

I'd sacrificed true love and a popped cherry to the god of deception and hormones. - Zoey Redbird (Ch 24)