Quotes About Regret

Are you a man?'' The question slipped out, and she regretted it. Regretted injecting reality into this delicate, lovely dream of passion. ''I thought I had conclusively proved my manhood to you. Shall I do it again?

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call'd them sweet?

She cried, "Laura," up the garden, "Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me; For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.

A Daughter of Eve... My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it was summer when I slept, It's winter now I waken.

A Daughter of Eve... A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily.

She would never again try to knit even one stitch in the long chain of their married life. She hated all that was to come.

I saw my entire life a waste, a desert of shame and unspeakable sorrow, and behind me, a suicided wife!

It has never worked—it never will. I don't know what you want to hang on to me for. You should have let me go at the beginning. Why did you beg me to marry you at Frederick that day? I would have got another man.

Perhaps I have made a mistake, but Heaven knows I have been faithful to my marriage vows." She chuckled, "The more fool you!

You fall madly in love with one man and nearly break your heart because he throws you over and years later you find out you would have been miserable with him; and you go to a man you don't care for and it's just the same with him too. Life is nothing but rags and tags and filthy rags at that. Why was I ever born?

I knew before marriage to Henrietta Collyer that she and I should never have come together, but a young man's sense of honor, so often mistaken, misplaced as medieval chivalry, prevented me from making the break.

Vetëm kur na ndodh që e humbasim diçka, e kthejmë kokën pas dhe fillojmë t'ia ndiejmë mungesën.

People have an annoying habit of remembering things they shouldn't.

I tried. I tried to burn that memory of my regret. But I wasn't dead yet, I was just on my way to dying, and it's harder to burn memories when you've still got life left. When you're alive you have to learn how to live with things like regret.

Jarrod frowned like he felt bad for me, and I thought I saw maybe even a hint of tears in his eyes, like he was attending the funeral of a good friend who had died in an accident, and was looking down at his dead body, thinking, That's not him, the way I'd thought when I saw my grandmother in her casket, all made up with colors she'd have never chosen for herself had she been alive.

She's crushed,' McLeod said. 'That's why she came forward. She blames herself for what happened to Anezka.

You never remember who came to the funeral, but you never forget who didn't.

Perhaps, after all, the most beautiful words in the language are I'm sorry.

They embraced and parted. They never saw each other again.

JENNET: They also say that I bring back the past; For instance Helen comes Brushing the maggots from her eyes, And, clearing here throat of the dust of several thousand years She says "I loved ..."; but cannot any longer Remember names. Sad Helen. Or Alexander, wearing His imperial cobwebs and breastplate of shining worms Wakens and looks for his glasses, to find the empire Which he knows he put beside his bed.

They say that I bring back the past; For instance, Helen comes, Brushing the maggots from her eyes, And, clearing her throat of several thousand years, She says 'I loved . . .'; but cannot any longer Remember names. Sad Helen. Or Alexander, wearing His imperial cobwebs and breastplate of shining worms Wakens and looks for his glasses, to find the empire Which he knows he put beside his bed.

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Und ich sehe Freds Gesicht, unerbittlich alt werdend, leergefressen von einem Leben, das nutzlos wäre und gewesen wäre ohne die Liebe, die er mir einflößt. Das Gesicht eines Mannes, der zu früh von Gleichgültigkeit erfaßt wurde gegen alles, was ernst zu nehmen andere Männer sich entschlossen haben. Und sagte kein einziges Wort S.39

Ich weine, wissend, daß Tränen eines Säufers nicht zählen, kein Gewicht haben- und ich spüre etwas, das ich nicht Gewissensbisse, sondern einfach Schmerz nennen möchte.