Quotes About Regret

I had so much love in me that I never considered what moving for love would mean, what I might leave behind that could never be found again.

His crush went from exciting to depressing, as if he'd gone from the first blush of infatuation to the terminal nostalgia of a former lover without even the temporary relief of an actual relationship in between.

Everybody's forgiven you but you. And you are so far behind us." "You might be surprised about that.

Sorry", Elliot said. "But you were kissing everybody else.

She lay there thinking, on the rich, wet graveyard grass, before the tomb of some random parishioner—Beloved Son, Husband, Father—and what she thought was this: she'd been right about almost everything. She'd gotten nearly full marks. A minus again. Blew only one question. Here's the one thing I got wrong, she thought. I thought that they could never wear me down.

He almost felt like he was betraying Julia. But what did he owe her? It's not like she even would have cared. And Professor Sunderland was here. He wanted somebody who was part of his new world. Julia had her chance.

His heart felt like it was burning with relief and regret, the emotions melting and running together and turning into bright, hot, white light. "The thing is," he said. "I'd hate to cut out right before bonus season.

He could have eked out his sad wasted life with movies and books and masturbation and alcohol like everybody else. He would never have known the horror of really getting what he thought he wanted.

Oh well, another dream dies.

Well, okay, then know this." Janet put her hands on her hips. She had struck an unexpected vein of bitterness in herself, and it was running away with her. "We human beings are unhappy all the time. We hate ourselves and we hate each other and sometimes we wish You or Whoever had never created us or this shit-ass world or any other shit-ass world. Do You realize that? So next time You might think about not doing such a half-assed job.

She'd broken her staff and drowned her book and sworn off magic forever.

You. Killed. A. Hermit. You. Weird. Sweaty. Bastard!

Egli la guardava, come l'uomo guarda il fiore da lui strappato e appassito, in cui riconosce con difficoltà la bellezza per la quale l'ha strappato e rovinato.

It's not what you are, it's what you don't become that hurts.

Don't you think the things people are most ashamed of are things they can't help?

"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards," the Queen remarked.

"The horror of that moment," the King went on, "I shall never, never forget!""You will, though," the Queen said, "if you don't make a memorandum of it."

Regret and celebration are equally important facets of aging. Throughout this book, these two aspects will appear in various guises and voices. That was the case with

Occasionally, I'll be on the Internet and see something about me and give in to the urge to click on it. It's hard not to. Usually, I wish I didn't.

Regret is a bitter emotion, so painful that the urge to avoid it often drives decision-making strategies.

Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.

Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.

I didn't think I would be an exceptional writer, and I thought I might be a useful publisher. I've never regretted it.

I think to regret is useless in life. It belongs to the past.