Quotes About Regret

There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.

Then he left her there, standing alone, surrounded by word ghosts; things she could have said.

One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back. And so yer always alone, forever and always.

Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.

Everybody has anger or regret in them one way or another. They all try different things to get it out. Some people go to psychiatrists. Some paint pictures. Some people talk it out.

Anger is like a flame blazing up and consuming our self-control, making us think, say, and do things that we will probably regret later.

Anger begins in folly, and ends in repentance.

Take it from Richard, poor and lame, What's begun in anger ends in shame.

When you do something because you're angry, you almost always do the wrong thing.

Control yourself, it is not worth it. You will regret your rudeness afterwards, your sensitive nature will be troubled

When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless.

There is no one quite as angry as someone who has just lost a lot of money.

People hardly ever do anything in anger, of which they do not repent.

People in a temper often say a lot of silly, terrible things they mean.

I see all that we have ruined in order to have, all that was owned for a lifetime to be destroyed forever. Where are the sleeps that escape such dreams?

the inlet our friend looks as he did when we first knew him, and until I wake I believe I will die of grief, for I know that this boy grew into a man who was a faithful friend who died.

And having returned from the woods, we remember with regret its restfulness. For all creatures there are in place, hence at rest. In their most strenuous striving, sleeping and waking, dead and living, they are at rest. In the circle of the human we are weary with striving, and are without rest.

I was a cut-rate prodigal.

I had begun the half-a-life you have when you have a whole life that you can only remember

having returned from the woods, we remember with regret its restfulness. For all creatures there are in place, hence at rest.   In their most strenuous striving, sleeping and waking, dead and living, they are at rest.   In the circle of the human we are weary with striving, and are without rest.

What's really bad is that after acknowledging a wrong decision, I don't have the nerve to turn back, since I'd rather correct myself with another wrong decision.

If I look into the wings, I can see Mom standing like a statue, Medea or Lady Macbeth, one of those tragic horrors, her face zombified by the steely reflected light from my funeral pyre.

but she never knew what it was like to walk away from the thing she had most wanted. Years later she would say, Photography allowed me to make the world and be in the world.