Quotes About Regret

And for my part I believe that remorse is the least active of all a man's moral senses – the very easiest to be deadened when wakened: and in some never wakened at all.

Though my hair has grown grey now, and my sight dim, and my heart cold with years, and ennui, and disappointment, and treachery of friends, and yet I have but to lean back in my arm-chair and think, and those sweet figures comes rising up before me out of the past, with their smiles, and their kindnesses, and their bright tender eyes!

He trembled with his head hung low.

Algo en mi sangre me dice que lo que destruimos era más bello que lo que buscábamos.

Vy ale nejste mrtvá, Lauro. Ale ano, jdem. Lauro! vykÃ…â"¢íkl Tracy. Pro boha živého, Lauro, já vás miluju. Promi?te, omlouvala se Laura. Promi?te, ale myslím, že budu radÅ¡i mrtvá.

What's done cannot be undone.

William Shakespeare

Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave.

All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

What's done, is done

Give me my sin again.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

William Shakespeare

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out! Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth