Quotes About Regret

I regret the way pain has taught me nothing.

Hindsight is usually more tragic than helpful.

I always thought it was a shame . . . that we didn't keep those things safe somehow.

Fortune's truth is regret's denial.

Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed

When i look into your eyes There's nothing there to see Nothing but my own mistakes Staring back at me Asking whyyyy?!?!

This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me

We chase after ghosts and spirits and are left holding only memories and dreams. It's not that we want what we can't have; it's that we've held all we could want and then had to watch it slip away.

So when I said I'd miss him, I meant I would miss what we had not experienced, and I don't know what that's called: nostalgia for what didn't happen.

If I was ever glad to have gone, I was never glad to go.

Although the infertile are entitled to sour grapes, it's against the rules, isn't it, to actually have a baby and spend any time at all on that banished parallel life in which you didn't.

Was our life together that unbearable?

take me less seriously.) 10. Paying the piper. (Parenthood repays a debt. But who wants to pay a debt she can escape? Apparently, the childless get away with something sneaky. Besides, what good is repaying a debt to the wrong party? Only the most warped mother could feel rewarded for her trouble by the fact that at last her daughter's life is hideous, too.) Those, as best I can recall, are the pygmy misgivings I weighed beforehand, and I've tried not to

Kevin folded his arms and looked satisfied; I had gone back to playing Mother. "I knew exactly what I was doing." He leaned onto his elbows. "And I'd do it again." "I

His face churned. That was the point, before he said a word, that he broke her heart. The contortion of those muscles paraded a decision over whether to tell her the truth. Once he finally spoke, Lawrence's opting for the honesty route didn't nearly compensate for the fact that candor had been a choice. For an alternative direction to have beckoned, it was probably well trod.

Just as you began to feel that you could make good use of time, there was no time left to you.

No! It can't be!" She screamed, "Raphael! I need you! Raphael … !" But there was no one to answer, and there never would be. She would haunt these halls forever, seeking him. For she was the Woman in Black.

Looking back on their own teenage years, most adults feel grateful that there's no easy-to-access document of all the dumb things they did.

There are things that once done can't be undone, things that once said can't be unsaid.

Because deep down inside, she was scared. Scared of being alone, scared of being an outsider. Scared that she had all of her chances of happiness; and blown each and every one of them.

Imagine," she said, her face turning serious for a moment, "imagine if something happened to one of us and there was no Easter egg hunt next year, imagine if everything stopped being perfect—you would wish so hard that you'd taken part today . . .

Like I might be about to do something really, really stupid. And knowing I'm going to do it isn't going to stop it from happening.

The things that happened behind the closed door of that house were appalling, and like a coward, I did a flit. I left them to it.

I thought of what I'd allowed myself to become, for you. I never wanted that bloody child. I only wanted you.