Quotes About Regret

Zel so often put himself outside of where he wanted to be and then looked in dumbly through the window of his longing, hurt and beaten and knowing that he had hurt and beaten himself but still he did it, over and over.

What is memory anyway but a painful dispute with the past?

I have learned, painfully, over the years that the things I regret in my life are not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.

It is not always possible to forgive oneself. And sometimes you make a choice to do something, knowing that you must do it, and that forgiveness is impossible.

About her life to come, when she'd have a mansion and no neighbors. All she ever wanted was for everyone to go away. And when I did she never forgave me. She loved miracle stories, probably because her life was a far away from a miracle as Jupiter is from the Earth. She believed in miracles, even though she never got one-- well, maybe she did get one, but that was me, and she didn't know that miracles often come in disguise.

When Lot's wife looked over her shoulder, she turned into a pillar of salt. Pillars hold things up, and salt keeps things clean, but it's a poor exchange for losing your self.

Tengo la teoría de que, cada vez que decides algo importante, la parte de ti que dejas atrás continúa la otra vida que podrías haber vivido

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.

When Lot's wife looked over her shoulder, she turned into a pillar of salt. Pillars hold things up, and salt keeps things clean, but it's a poor exchange for losing your self.

She was such a solitary woman. A solitary woman who longed for one person to know her. I think I do know her now, but it is too late.

Someone you loved and what happened. That's all there is when you dig in your pockets.

I have a theory that every time you make an important decision, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.

Die Wahrheit aber ist, dieses Wäre ist immer nur eine Erfindung. Ich kann nur die Entscheidungen treffen, die ich treffe, warum sich also quälen mit dem, was gewesen wäre, wenn ich doch nur bewältigen kann, was war? Die Wäre-Inseln sind für den Menschen unbewohnbar.

I'm living on my memories like a cheap has-been.

Well done, my fine fellow out of my womb. What have you gained? Nothing! And oh, what have you lost? Everything!

I took them into the garden and burned them one by one and I thought how easy it is to destroy the past and how difficult to forget it.

Your life flashes before you, flash, flash, because there's so little of it. I mean, what have you ever done that was worth doing?

The future is intact, still unredeemed, but the past is irredeemable. She is not who she thought she was.

She hated the small and the mean, and yet that is all she had. I bought a few big houses myself along the way, simply because I was trying out something for her. In fact, my tastes were more modest -- but you don't know that until you have bought and sold for the ghost of your mother.

Just as they were driving off on his horrible Iron Curtain motor bike, he patted my arm, told me he knew, and forgave us both. There was only one thing I could do; mustering all my spit, I did it.

I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had. Some people's emancipation are very strong, some people create themselves afresh outside of their body. [...] There's a chance that I'm not here at all, that all the parts of me, running along all the choices I did and didn't make, for a moment brush against each other. That I am still an evangelist in the North, as well as the person who ran away.

None of us lives without loss. Or regret. But none of us need live without imagination. We can learn to see past ourselves.

I discovered from my time in the brothel that men's members, if bitten off or otherwise severed, do not grow again. This seems a great mistake on the part of nature, since men are so careless with their members and will put them anywhere without thinking.

Alas, it is when we are beginning to leave this mortal body that it most offends us!