Quotes About Regret

I was crazy about Heath. And his blood. Erik was an amazing guy who I really, really liked. Loren was completely delicious. Jeesh, I sucked. - Zoey Redbird (Ch 20)

He tried to formulate the words that might make her understand—might make her forgive him.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.

He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.

It can't be done, old thing. Sorry, but it's out of the question. I couldn't go through all that again. Not for me? Not for a dozen more like you. I never thought, said Bingo sorrowfully, to hear those words from Bertie Wooster! Well, you've heard them now, I said. Paste them in your hat. Bertie, we were at school together. It wasn't my fault. We've been pals for fifteen years. I know. It's going to take me the rest of my life to live it down.

Fond as he was of Pongo, Lord Ickenham could not see him as a breaker of hearts. Yet it appeared plain that his loss had left a large gap in this girl's life.

But the southwest wind of Spring brings also remorse. We catch the vague spirit of unrest in the air and we regret our misspent youth.

Years before, when a boy, and romantic as most boys are, his lordship had sometimes regretted that the Emsworths, though an ancient clan, did not possess a Family Curse. How little he had suspected that he was shortly to become the father of it.

There are moments in the life of every man when the impulse attacks him to sacrifice his future to the alluring gratification of the present.

Yes, sir. The mathematician Archimedes is related to have discovered the principle of displacement quite suddenly one morning, while in his bath.' 'Well, there you are. And I don't suppose he was such a devil of a chap. Compared with you, I mean.' 'A gifted man, I believe, sir. It has been a matter of general regret that he was subsequently killed by a common soldier.' 'Too bad. Still, all flesh is as grass, what?

Joss] 'Poor unhappy wreck. I sometimes feel the best thing he could do would be to throw himself away and start afresh. But he won't be cross with me. Not with lovable old Weatherby. Did I ever tell you that I once saved him from drowning back in America? Stick your head through the transom and watch how his face lights up when I appear.'... 'Aha J.B.' said Joss sunnily. 'Good morrow.' 'Oh, you're there are you?' said Mrs. Duff.

Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of public or private happiness. A few, the wolves, collected thighs, other men loved the dawn scratching mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers. For me happiness was to share singing, praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes. I ask forgiveness for my bad ways: my life had no use on earth.

Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou. É recusar o presente que nos machuca. É não ver o futuro que nos convida...

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor y es tan largo el olvido. Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos, mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

Dónde está el niño que yo fui, sigue dentro de mí o se fue? Sabe que no lo quise nunca y que tampoco me quería? Por qué anduvimos tanto tiempo creciendo para separarnos? Por qué no morimos los dos cuando mi infancia se murió? Y si el alma se me cayó por qué me sigue el esqueleto?

from Poems by Pablo Neruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

N-o mai iubesc, asta-i sigur, dar poate înc? o iubesc. Iubirea e atât de scurt?, ÅŸi-atât de lung? e uitarea.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body, Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

On devient jeune à soixante ans. Malheureusement, c'est trop tard

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.