Quotes About Regret

Elle pense qu'elle va mourir, qu'elle est jeune et qu'elle aussi, elle aurait bien aimé vivre.

I constantly regretted having to cut out bits of intense poetry. But one mustn't, at any cost, be seduced by an attractive idea if it hasn't got its right place.

As it so often does, an impulsive, daring suddenly - and too late - seemed seriously flawed in its conception and its inability to be retracted.

Gambling is only the resource of those who do not know what to do with themselves

Sorry. That is courtesy, right? Custom? Jondalar, what good are words like sorry? It doesn't change anything, it doesn't make me feel any better." He pulled his hand through his hair. She was right. Whatever he had done—and he thought he knew what it was—being sorry didn't help.

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

I have tried, I said, but he does not believe me. It is too late for that now (it is always too late for truth, I thought).

Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.

The house was burning, the yellow-red sky was like sunset and I knew that I would never see Coulibri again. Nothing would be left, the golden ferns and the silver ferns, the orchids, the ginger lilies and the roses, the rocking-chairs and the blue sofa, the jasmine and the honeysuckle, and the picture of the Miller's Daughter. When they had finished, there would be nothing left but blackened walls and the mounting stone. That was always left. That could not be stolen or burned.

She had meant to tell him: 'I love you. You aren't making any mistake about that, are you?' But all she said was: 'Please will you draw the curtains?

Je ne suis pas sûr d'avoir jamais éprouvé ce qu'on appelle le remords, mais si quelque chose s'en approche, c'est bien la pensée d'avoir côtoyé vingt ans ce chagrin sans le reconnaître.

Ton départ était moins cruel que ton retour.

The memory of that event has only just come back to me, now doubly painful: regret for a vanished past and, above all, remorse for lost opportunities. Mithra-Grandchamp is the women we were unable to love, the chances we failed to seize, the moments of happiness we allowed to drift away. Today it seems to me that my whole life was nothing but a string of those small near misses: a race whose result we know beforehand but in which we fail to bet on the winner.

The memory of that event has only just come back to me, now doubly painful: regret for a vanished past and, above all, remorse for lost opportunities. Mithra-Grandchamp is the women we were unable to love, the chances we failed to seize, the moments of happiness we allowed to drift away. Today it seems to me that my whole life was nothing but a string of those small near misses

Don't regret your life, child, it will pass soon enough.

I would rather have regrets of excess than regrets of denial.

There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.

I love badly. That is too little or too much. I throw myself over an unsuitable cliff, only to reel back in horror from a simple view out the window.

how easy it is to destroy the past and how difficult to forget it.

When Jordan was a baby he sat on top of me much as a fly rests on a hill of dung. And I nourished him as a hill of dung nourishes a fly, and when he had eaten his fill he left me. Jordan... I should have named him after a stagnant pond and then I could have kept him, but I named him after a river and in the flood-tide he slipped away.

How long before the shouting starts? How long before the tears and the accusations and the pain? That specific stone n the stomach pain when you lose something you haven't got round to valuing? Why is the measure of love loss?

The things that I regret in my life are not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.

And the people I have hurt, the mistakes I have made, the damage to myself and others, wasn't poor judgement; it was the place where love had hardened into loss.