Quotes About Regret

Ellen Louise, you've done the sensible thing all your life. Now's the time to follow your heart. What if I do that and he still turns me down? What if you don't and you never know?

No se puede vivir sin arrepentimientos. Algunas veces tienes que elegir cuáles te acompañarán en tu vida.

anguished grieving. To Elizabeth Mrs. Lincoln

Every time Suzanne thinks about her mother's sulfur-blue eyes it rains.

A life well-lived is a life filled with mistakes and stupid shit you should've never done.

They always think if they married someone else, their lives would have turned out differently

It's not her life that's irrelevant. What's useless is sitting around wondering what might have been, because what might have been is what is. The grass may look greener on the other side of the fence, but grass is basically grass.

A life well-lived is a life filled with mistakes and stupid shit you should've never done." The

If you can look at somebody and say, 'I never loved you, you were a mistake,' that's one thing. But if you look at him and say, 'You were everything and I poisoned it because I wouldn't stand up for myself,' that's hard. That's too hard...

If she'd just kept her mouth shut, she would have been perfect, but no...

You don't believe in unconditional love. Neither does Alex. So you both threw away the best thing you ever had because you didn't believe in each other or yourselves.

Later, she couldn't remember whether she'd had time to stop, or if Donald's trying to ruin her potatoes the way he'd ruined everything else had made her temporarily insane. Whatever the reason, she stabbed him with the sharp, narrow, old-fashioned fork and hit a vein in the back of his hand. Donald screamed, and she shoved his hand away so he wouldn't get blood on her potatoes. "I'm so sorry, Donald," she said and took another bite.

It wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't thought, for just that one night, that there was more.

East of Ordinary There exists the landscape where you take yourself by the hand. Where you walk forward trembling with tears running down your face, West of Doubt where you fear your greatness and embrace it anyway. We join hands and listen for the whispers of how we each make a difference. North of Hello we gather the courage for the doing. South of Regret we loosen our jaws, lean our shoulders away from our ears, let our eyes turn upwards. It need not be hard, we have each other.

He's a great guy, she said ,and he heard her try to sound enthusiastic,like she was selling herself on her soon-to-be-husband's greatness...and then,in a whispered rush, just before she cut the connection,he thought he heard her say,Sometimes I wish it had been you

And remember-no woman ever said, on her deathbed, I wish I'd eaten less cake.

The thing about bad decisions is that they don't feel like bad decisions when you're making them. They feel like the obvious choice, the of-course-that-makes-sense move. They feel, somehow, inevitable.

Sometimes I wish it has been you.

I thought, not for the first time, that maybe it would have been better if he'd just died, a thunderclap heart attack, an artery bursting in his brain, a peaceful exit in the middle of the night, in his own bed, after his favorite meal, with my mom beside him. We'd have mourned, then moved on. This was a slow-motion catastrophe, death by a thousand cuts.

When I looked up, I wasn't surprised to find that my feet had taken me back to where it had all began. In the daytime, the windows at Dive 75 were dark, the door shut tight. It didn't look special, but it was, in a way, the place where I'd been born. The site of my greatest shame and my greatest triumph.

THERE IS A PERIOD WHEN IT IS CLEAR THAT YOU HAVE GONE WRONG BUT YOU CONTINUE. SOMETIMES THERE IS A LUXURIOUS AMOUNT OF TIME BEFORE ANYTHING BAD HAPPENS.

I didn't understand it then, but I've come to see he was right about his choice to leave his country limiting him forever. We are all confined by what we choose. If I had taken the gift of his question, if I had shown him even the smallest piece of private history, things might be different today. But I was silent and have chosen to remain so for too long. Now even the smallest revelation would seem cataclysmic.

The time that passes with goodness will not return with evil; and nothing experienced in life later on can make one day wither or erase one hour of the life that has been lived.

We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of—but we never love again.