Quotes About Regret

Butch: Y'know, when I was a kid, I always figured on being a hero when I grew up. Sundance: Too late now. Butch: You didn't have to say that—what'd you have to say that for?

sorry about that, Helen)

Aw shit,' I said and I started to cry.

You'll pick the wrong one, knowing you...He did pick the wrong one.

Yes, Buttercup replied. There was a very long pause. But I must never love again. She never did.

And I cannot touch her face  And I cannot touch her hair, And I kneel to empty shadows-- Just memories of her grace; And her voice sings in the winds And in the sobs of dawn And among the flowers at night And from the brooks at sunrise And from the sea at sunset, And I answer with vain callings  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Oh, yes. I'm terribly smart. Wouldn't it have been nice... to be intelligent?

For life is all too short, dear, And sorrow is all too great, To suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late; And it isn't the thing you do, dear, It's the thing you leave undone Which gives you a bit of a heartache At the setting of the sun.

He who refuses to embrace a unique opportunity loses the prize as surely as if he tried and failed.

Our former selves are never dead. We speak to them, arguing against decisions we know will bring only unhappiness, offering consolation and hope, even though they cannot hear.

I'd never understood the injunction not to regret anything, couldn't see how that wasn't cowardice...

There were times, Sham felt, when the captains regretted there being only two types of limb they could lose to their obsessions.

Le lapidi erano banali, parevano chiedere scusa ai defunti.

He befouled where he was with where he had been.

But you no longer heard the song. You had gone away, my boy, into your tale. Did you know that you would never turn into a fish, that you would never reach Issyk-Kul, or see the white ship, or say to it: "Hello, white ship, it's I"? You swam away.

For what purpose had all this been? In order that he could fade away in old age, like the glimmer of flame under the grey ashes?

Think of your emotions as messages that give you the freedom, rather than the obligation, to respond. Fear protects. Regret teaches. Sadness releases. Joy uplifts. Empathy unites. Emotions

This is the great trap of life: One day rolls into the next, and a year goes by, and we still haven't had that conversation we always meant to have. Still haven't created that peak moment for our students. Still haven't seen the northern lights. We walk a flatland that could have been a mountain range. It's not easy to snap out of this tendency. It took a terminal illness for Gene O'Kelly to do it.

Studies of the elderly show that people regret not what they did but what they didn't do.

Push away the past, that vessel in which all emotions curdle to regret.

If she had another chance, she thinks, she would do it differently. But chance is a slippery customer, and she can feel Amit's hands growing cold.

Wait!' I cried, asking him the question that had bothered me for a long time. 'Did you ever love Ahalya? Were you sorry that you'd ruined her life?' Indra disappeared without answering, which didn't surprise me. The gods are slippery beings.

Ram, lifting him up, also wept, because he knew that Dasharath was dead. 'He died just moments after you left, crying your name, his eyes darkening even before the dust had settled from the passing of your chariot,' Bharat said. I learned a new fact about love that day: it could kill.

How wretched is the man who sees the perfect opportunity and still waits for a better one.