Quotes About Regret

I must fight against the regret that would see me defeated. I cannot change what has happened, but it needn't separate me from a happy future.

Words spoken in haste cannot be taken back. And while they may be forgiven, the memories will linger to warn the heart of future encounters.

She didn't want to. She loved you. She loves you now. Yes, she hurt you and she made a terrible mistake in leaving you. But your father made mistakes, too, and you will, as well. We all make bad choices - decisions that would better be left to rot in the bottom of the barrel. But we can't undo them. We can only move forward.

She often told her children that they couldn't change the past and they couldn't jump forward to the future. All they had was today, and they needed to live it in such a way that they wouldn't create just another regretted yesterday. Mourning the past was never productive-she knew this full well.

Without warning, a powerful masculine arm, one that could only belong to Northcote, snaked around her waist and pulled her near. "Every pardon, my dear. I fear I have been neglecting you. I hope you will forgive me." Leaning down, he brushed a kiss against her cheek; it burned like fire.

Given in love. Defiled by remorse.

I think my parents did a better job of raising me than I did of raising my own kids.

BARBARA: Even if things don't work out with you and Marsha. BILL: Cindy. BARBARA: Cindy. BILL: Right. Even if things don't work out. BARBARA: And I'm never really going to understand why, am I? (Bill struggles . . . it seems as if he might say something more, but then:) BILL: Probably not. (Silence. Bill heads for the door. Barbara watches him go and sobs.) BARBARA: I love you . . . I love you . . . (He stands for a moment, his back to her. He exits. Barbara stands, alone.)

When she finally and after a series of chance events found herself in Hitler's presence, she says, it was too late to resist. Today she knows that she let herself be dazzled by him – not by his ideological and political intentions, in which she never took any particular interest, but by Hitler's personality.

let you down let you go let you die

Go on, Kate. I don't want to have fallen four stories for nothing." - Milligan

I miss those days, don't you? I mean, except for the terrible parts.

There's a medical term for it, actually. It's called Hugh Grantism. You spend so long faffing around trying to do the correct thing that the chance to do anything at all just slips you by.

You don't want to look back at your years with regrets. Regrets have no place in your memory jar.

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I'm terribly sorry, Fergal." "What for? Marrying him? I should think you would be, Angel.

Your brother kills you." Fett hopped tpo his feet as lightly as any unarmoured jedi apprentice, the n added," Some things are worsse thean death. I know that better than anyone, except maybe Sintas-and Han Solo. Send your father my sympathies.

What was I thinking? Of all the assistants I could have wound up with, why did I have to choose the one with the scary mother and troublemaking in his bloodlines? I am doomed.

I didn't want to harm the man. I thought he was a very nice gentleman. Soft-spoken. I thought so right up to the moment I cut his throat.

Hell is truth seen too lateduty neglected in its season.

I take a lull from my CamelBak and choke at its potency. It tastes like bad decisions. It's perfect.

Tell me why you don't sleep. I didn't say goodbye. I knew what was happening, but I didn't say goodbye. I didn't even try to.

But —" she said, her voice swallowed by the hot air in the hushed room. "But I burnded it.

Idiotic hopeful former self had hoped for them. Idiotic hopeful former self was very stupid. In