Quotes About Regret

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it." —Michel de Montaigne, February 28,1533–September 13, 1592

Este mesmo segundo desapareceu para sempre, perdeu-se na massa anónima do irrevogável. nunca mais regressará. Sofro e não sofro com isso. Tudo é único - e insignificante.

You've rowed again?' I can hear the disapproval in her voice. 'Em … you can't go on like this.

The worst was yet to come, he knew. Already he could feel a world of trouble waiting for him behind the next door, but the worst that could have happened was also already behind him; the thing not done, which could have been – which he would have had to live with for the rest of his life.

but the worst that could have happened was also already behind him; the thing not done,

The worst was yet to come, he knew. Already he could feel a world of trouble waiting for him behind the next door, but the worst that could have happened was also already behind him; the thing not done, which could have been – which he would have had to live with for the rest of his life. Whatever suffering he was now to meet was a long way from what the girl at his side had already endured, and might yet surpass.

So mancher Mann hat viel verloren, nur weil er eine perfekte Gelegenheit verpasst hat, nichts zu sagen.

he felt the strain of being alive and wished he had stayed in bed,

I cursed myself not only for forgetting to turn my phone off but for ever thinking that having a rock music ringtone was cool.

Therese looked in vain, even for the dangling string. "Why did you do it?" Her voice was shrill with tears. "It was such a beautiful kite!" "It's only a kite!" Richard repeated. "I can make another kite!

There isn't a woman I know who hasn't said they wished they'd listened to their mother… especially where the three Big Ms of women's lives are concerned: mothering, money, and men.

Please forgive my appearance. I am lately come from setting a house on fire.

He was intrigued now, as when he had first met her, by her apparent lack of interest in him. 'Gertie, Gertie,' he said in humblest tones. 'I treated you badly.' She peered at him rather rudely, as if trying to recollect what he was talking about. 'You were a stage on a journey,' she commented at last. 'Journeys are seldom comfortable.

I exist in the eye of the storm, the calm in the centre of a perpetual hurricane of cars and lorries heading for the M6, the north and Scotland, or south to Penzance and Land's End. I sometimes wonder if they don't go on the motorway at all, that I hear the same vehicles circling endlessly, a kind of multiple Flying Dutchman, doomed to travel for ever. I don't regret for one minute that I am no longer one of them.

I'll miss myself so bad when I die.

So she repented. Since she wasn't quite sure for what, she repented entirely and for everything.

Sou o resultado de ter ouvido uma voz quente no passado e de ter descido do trem quase antes dele parar — a pressa é inimiga da perfeição e foi assim que corri para a cidade perdendo logo a estação e a nova partida do trem e seu momento privilegiado que desperta espanto tão dolorido que é o apito do trem, que é adeus.

Hope was my greatest sin. — Clarice Lispector, from "The Disasters of Sofia," The Complete Stories (New Directions, 2015)

Remorse is nothing more than a foresight of the bodily pain to which some crime has exposed us.

either I can be like some traveler of the olden days, who was faced with a stupendous spectacle, all, or almost all, of which eluded him, or worse still, filled him with scorn and disgust; or I can be a modern traveler, chasing after the vestiges of a vanished reality....A few hundred years hence, in this same place another traveler, as despairing as myself, will mourn the disappearance of what I might have seen, but failed to see.

First signs of the age when wisdom begins? There are moments when my past makes me ashamed. When I'm embarrassed to have taken so much while giving so little.

the more I live, the more I regret how little i know

The further I get, the more I regret how little I know…

I)n memory, remorse wraps the self.