Quotes About Regret

A terrible sadness threatened to overwhelm me as I wondered how two people capable of such love for each other had eventually felt so little for the child they had produced between them.

Why, Tony, why didn't you ever let me grow up?

Veo que no has encontrado a tu tío. Qué pena. Si fueras un poco menos astuto, quizá tendrías más suerte.

I'm sorry that I hurt you." "You didn't hurt me." There was a long pause on the phone. Then she said,"You are going to hurt from this longer than I ever will. It's true that I didn't know what kind of Indian you were. But what hurts me most is to know what kind of man.

chickened out. They had had a big argument. Marguerite's lips turned down in a pout when she thought

Weeping for the dead's a waste of breath - they're lucky, they can't die again.

I'm remembering something else, too. That remark you made to me about Shakespeare. I asked the woman at the library about Othello, and she got me a copy. He was just about as stupid as me. But with me, I didn't have someone egging me on. I did it to myself. Looking for a treasure when I already had one.

You weren't listening. I asked you why you decided to quit." Leaphorn had said nothing for a while. "Just tired." Thatcher had shaken his head. "You're going to miss it." "No, you get older. Or wiser. You realize it doesn't really make any difference.

But if I'd known I was going to live so damn long, I'd have taken better care of myself.

I did my best Shirley Booth this morning, floppy slippers, housecoat, curlers, can of Little Friskies; "Come back, Little Sheba, come back..." To no avail. Le chat, elle ne reviendra jamais, jamais...

I smile sadly, in light of what came next to think that I told her If you can just hang on, things are bound to improve she made me a liar, too-- the woman who dug the hole I've been trying to write myself out of ever since

Sometimes the fog in his eyes would clear, that fog caused by the pain and the killers of pain, and when it cleared, I saw regret and fear in those eyes swimming with tears and I was convinced that this was it, this was the end, this was surely the end.

Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.

Der er mere grund til at sørge over mit liv end over min død.

A very long time ago, Grandmother had wanted to tell about all the things they did, but no one had bothered to ask. And now she had lost the urge.

Just think, never to be glad or disappointed. Never to like anyone and get cross at him and forgive him. Never to sleep or feel cold, never to make a mistake and have a stomach-ache and be cured from it, never to have a birthday party, drink beer, and have a bad conscience... How terrible.

Täytyy pitää kiirettä, että ennättää elää, minulta on mennyt kovin paljon aikaa hukkaan!

Sometimes people never saw things clearly until it was too late and they no longer had the strength to start again. Or else they forgot their idea along the way and didn't even realize that they had forgotten

I remember the dog at home, when I was a girl; the one that killed chickens. They tied a dead hen around his neck and he carried it around with him all day until he just lay there unmoving with his eyes shut in a morass of shame. It was cruel. There's nothing so hideously easy as giving someone a bad conscience.

It can be sad having a friend you've admired too much and seen too rarely and told too many things that you should have kept to yourself.

A great sadness gripped her. It can be sad having a friend you've admired too much and seen too rarely and told too many things that you should have kept to yourself.

To wash and iron and paint over and to feel sorry about all the irreparable things, and to know that there would still be cracks everywhere, and that all the things had been in much better shape before... No, no! And to put them all back into place in the dark and black rooms and try to find them cosy once more...

Malander had an idea and was trying to work it out, but it would take him time. Sometimes people never saw things clearly until it was too late and they no longer had the strength to start again. Or else they forgot their idea along the way and didn't even didn't even realize they had forgotten.

The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.