Quotes About Regret

Here lies Horace Benbow in a fading series of small stinking spots on a Mississippi sidewalk

Then I begin to run. I run toward the back and come to the edge of the porch and stop. Then I begin to cry. I can feel where the fish was in the dust. It is cut up into pieces of not-fish now, not-blood on my hands and overalls. Then it wasn't so. It hadn't happened then. And now she is getting so far ahead I can-not catch her.

Son siempre los hábitos perezosos adquiridos los que se lamentan. Padre lo dijo: que Cristo no fue crucificado; fue consumido por el minúsculo tictac de unas ruedecitas.

There were plenty of things I was actually glad I had left unsaid. Still, the comment haunted me. It haunts me today. All the things I wish I had said when I had the chance. A moment recurs. We were

It was more reflex than thought. That was my most heedless, least reasonable self down there. It did not weigh risks and probabilities. It didn't deserve to be called decision making. I wasn't proud of it. Still, I felt hot shame and regret as I drove away.

There were plenty of things I was actually glad I had left unsaid. Still, the comment haunted me. It haunts me today. All the things I wish I had said when I had the chance.

He stood there unsteady in the cold, mumbling syllables which almost resolved into her name, as though he could recall, and summon back, a time before death entered the world, before accident, before magic, and before magic despaired, to become religion.

I, I should have just done what you wanted me to in the first place

He was wishing the past was a place you could backtrack to, take a sideroad you'd walked hurriedly past, wake somebody from a bad dream he was having.

He never saw Molly again.

It was such an easy thing, death. He saw that now: It just happened. You screwed up by a fraction and there it was, something chill and odorless, ballooning out from the four stupid corners of the room, your mother's Barrytown living room.

Had me this boy once. You kinda remind me . . ." She turned and surveyed the corridor. "Johnny, his name was.

I had a cigarette," Case said, looking down at his white-knuckled fist. "I had a cigarette and a girl and a place to sleep. Do you hear me, you son of a bitch? You hear me?

They seem to have accepted that she's gone." "I don't see how they could be sure she is. But I wish we'd known. Could've brought some flowers." "Daedra never suggested this. It seems to be a surprise." "A surprise funeral? You do that, here?" "A first, for me.

His toes were making little squelching noises, each time he took a step, and what if the last thing you knew before you died was just some pathetic discomfort like that, like your shoes were soaked and your socks were wet, and you weren't ever going to get to change them? Rydell

He'd made the classic mistake, the one he'd sworn he'd never make.

Terrorism," said the rental. "We prefer not to use that term," said Lowbeer, studying her candle flame with something that looked to Netherton to be regret, "if only because terror should remain the sole prerogative of the state." She

you can`t recycle wasted time

The use of explosives is unusual, and we prefer to keep it so. Too much like asymmetric warfare." "Terrorism," said the rental. "We prefer not to use that term," said Lowbeer, studying her candle flame with something that looked to Netherton to be regret, "if only because terror should remain the sole prerogative of the state.

The air was heavy with unspoken knowledge. Sam twisted and the obscene word shot out of him. --dance? Memory of the dance that none of them had attended shook all four boys convulsively.

The shameful knowledge grew in them and they did not know how to begin confession.

While he was watching the ships, Buttercup shoved him with all her strength remaining. Down went the man in black. You can die too for all I care, she said, and then she turned away. Words followed her. Whispered from afar, weak and warm and familiar. As...you...wish...

Your father is dying. Drat! said the Prince, That means I shall have to get married.

Buttercup's parents did not have exactly what you might call a happy marriage. All they ever dreamed of was leaving each other.