Quotes About Regret

But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start. Do you know what I mean, Pasquale?

His life was two lives now: the life he would have and the life he would forever wonder about. "Please," Pasquale rasped to Tommaso. "Go." The

Sometimes, now, when she sees how content Pat and Lydia are, she feels like a spent salmon: her work here is done. But other times, honestly, the whole idea of being at peace just pisses her off. At peace? Who but the insane would ever be at peace? What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough? Who could live even a day and not feel the sweet ache of regret?

But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start. Do

Here for business or pleasure, Mr. Wheeler? Redemption, Shane says.

Bir yazar yüceliÄŸe ulaÅŸmak için dört ÅŸeye ihtiyaç duyar Pasquale: Arzu, hüsran ve deniz." "Üç etti ama." Alvis ÅŸarab?n? bitirdi. "Hüsran? iki kere sayacaks?n.

Guterak looked over. "Hey, you got your hair cut." "Yeah." Remy put the cap back on. "What made you do that?" "I shot myself in the head last night." "Well." Paul drove quietly for a moment, staring straight ahead. "It looks good.

Some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start." (P54)

you're just....You're everything His words are perfect, but the tone in his voice is not right. Wistful. Apologetic.

Everything about her shredded my heart because she reminded me too much of my mother, and she reminded me too much of my mother's death. I couldn't handle it. And so I pushed her away.

You are the great love of my life that I'm never going to have.

So that went well. Not that I should have expected better. Inebriated middle-of-the-night calls are sort of destined to fail.

My heart is a stupid asshole.

Pour your scotch on the rocks and drink your misery down. Go home and make love to her and picture me, picture me. Yeah, picture me!

If you love somebody; You better let it out; Don't hold it back; While you're trying to figure it out; Cause the only real pain a heart can ever know; Is the sorrow of regret; When you don't let your feelings show. So, did you say it, Did you mean it?

I returned to my existence, the existence I had chosen instead of you.

She had denied herself the pleasure of openly sharing life with the person she loved.

Nor was her love for Udayan recognizable or intact. Anger was always mounted to it, zigzagging through her like some helplessly mating pair of insects. Anger at him for dying when he might have lived. For bringing her happiness, and then taking it away. For trusting her, only to betray her. For believing in sacrifice, only to be so selfish in the end.

Lying in his parents' house, in the middle of the night, she told him the whole story, about meeting Dimitri on a bus, finding his resume in the bin. She confessed that Dimitri had gone with her to Palm Beach. One by one he stored the pieces of information in his mind, unwelcome, unforgivable. And for the first time in his life, another man's name upset Gogol more than his own.

I owed the greater apology, but at the same time I knew that was done was done, that no matter what I said now I would never be able to make it right.

She felt the lurch of a head rush. The boy who had not paid attention to her; the man who'd embarked on an affair knowing she could never be his; at the last moment he was asking for more. A piece of her was elated. But she was also struck by his selfishness.

He regretted only one thing: that he had not met her sooner, that he had not known her every day of his life.

But it's not just my eyes that suffer at dawn, it's my heart that breaks. I feel the light that blazes across the city, striking my face but also warming my marrow, and as it rises I continue to look at my neighbors' laundry, threadbare and bone-dry. Then I close my eyes so that I see the light through my eyelids, and I regret being typically sluggish and missing out on this extraordinary, everyday phenomenon

Back then she had only wanted to shut the door to it, to be apart from Subhash and Bela. She'd been incapable of cherishing what she'd had.