Quotes About Regret

If the souls of the dead could speak, they'd scream for release. Not just release from the Lake, but from their memories. Memories gnaw away at me relentlessly. I remember so much of my past, all the times where I failed or could have done better. With nothing else to do, I'm forced to review my life, over and over. Even my most minor errors become supreme lapses of judgement.

Maybe I should end it all before I regress.

You have wasted your life on hatred and revenge. What good is life if there is no joy or creative purpose? You would have been better off living five years as a human than five hundred as a monster.

You have wasted your life on hatred and revenge, Mr Crepsley said. What good is life if there is no joy or creative purpose?

He said: I'm going to send you over. The chances are you'll get off with life. That means you'll be out again in twenty years. You're an angel. I'll wait for you. He cleared his throat. If they hang you I'll always remember you.

How do you feel? Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober.

Gutman smiled benignly at him and said: "Well, Wilmer, I'm sorry indeed to lose you, and I want you to know that I couldn't be any fonder of you if you were my own son; but—well, by Gad!—if you lose a son it's possible to get another—and there's only one Maltese falcon.

You ought to have known I'd do it! My voice sounded harsh and savage like a stranger's in my ears. Didn't I steal a crutch from a cripple?

Siento perderte, y quiero que sepas que no te tendría más cariño si fueras hijo mío. Pero, compréndelo, si se pierde un hijo, siempre es posible tener otro; en cambio, sólo existe un halcón maltés.

Yes, but- oh, sweetheart! - it wasn't only like that I would have come back to you sooner or later. From the first instant I saw you I knew... Spade said tenderly: You angel! Well, if you get a good break you will be out of San Quentin in twenty years and you can come back to me then.

Oh, cariño!, no fue solamente por eso, habría acudido a ti tarde o temprano. Desde el primer día que te vi supe que… —¡Ángel mío! —dijo Spade con ternura—. Mira, si tienes suerte dentro de veinte años saldrás de San Quintín, y entonces me vienes a buscar.

Morelli shook his battered head. "I don't apologize for what I do—people've got to take it or leave it—but I don't mind telling you I'm sorry I lost my noodle and cracked down on you and I hope it ain't bothering you much and if there's anything I can do to square it I—

Black Stache had no love for the Queen, no love for women of any sort, except for his ma. He had a real soft spot for his ma, and was truly sorry for the time he'd marooned her.

He felt a momentary pang of regret that he had not spent more time with his beloved wife. But it passed when he remembered that the reason he'd gone to sea in the first place was that he had never really liked his beloved wife.

Why did we do that to Pluto? We had it good with Pluto.

I cannot count the times I have cursed our lack of urgency. If I ever love again, I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love.

If I ever fall in love again, I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love.

I lost someone very close to me and afterward I believed I could have saved him had I been a better friend to him. But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

I often cannot believe the things I do.

There has not been a beautiful death in the history of mankind.

He tried to calm his thoughts, but everything came back to what he'd almost done. Because he hadn't done anything, for years or ever, he had almost done this. Because he had no stories of valor, he had almost done this. Because the efforts he'd made towards creating something like a legacy had failed, he had almost done this.

He had made a series of foolish decisions in his life. He had not planned well. He had not had courage when he needed it. His decisions had been short sighted. The decisions of his peers had been short sighted. These decisions had been foolish and expedient.

At this point there were good days, good weeks, when we pretended that it was acceptable that Jack had lived at all, that his life had been, in its truncated way, complete. This wasn't one of those days.

If ever I love again, I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love.