Quotes About Regret

I've caused you pain, and I'm sorry for it,' she said. 'But perhaps that pain will keep you from forgetting me.

It's not the stuff we do that we most regret. It's typically the stuff we didn't do. (Quote from Mark Twain) "Twenty years from no you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor. Catch the winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." So a few months ago, I made a promise to myself to intentionally live more. To do things without overanalyzing. To make more of my dreams realities.

We do terrible things to the ones we love. We cheat and lie and betray them, for thirty pieces of silver or our own selfish hearts. The only way love endures is because of one simple gift. Forgiveness.

Al lettore Questo libro non è un'opera di fantasia. È un colloquio dell'autore con suo fratello morto. L'autore, scrivendo, cercava consolazione, non altro. Egli ha il rimorso di avere appena intuita la spiritualità del fratello, e troppo tardi. Queste pagine si offrono quindi come una sterile espiazione.

Why do people have memories? It would be easier to die - anything to stop remembering.

Now I will dance you the war…. The war which you did not prevent.

Sometimes we catch them in jars for a minute before releasing them. Sometimes we wait too long to release them and find them dead. We know the names of the girls who keep the butterflies too long, and we have no idea what to do with this information.

But I know these things will never come back,

One sin seldom mentioned is that of killing time.

And Pham drowned in an old, old rage, remembering….

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.

Unfortunately, by then, he had already seen the last of his beloved elephant Bandoola. The great tusker had been killed before war's end, in circumstances that would haunt Williams for the rest of his life. It was, he would always maintain, nothing short of murder

He invaded my consciousness in the same way the ocean washes up on the beach, with sweeping tides of longing and regret, and with such power and raw force, I often woke with the taste of salt from my tears clinging to my skin." Joanna about Ben

This was not a loss that could be shared. Grief was a place every person had to go alone, a lonely country populated by mistakes and a futile desire to turn back time for an impossible "do-over.

We've all had judgement lapses that had us tiptoeing toward our own personal apocalypse.'

It ain't ever over. You can't have no future if you don't have no past, and the past ain't never done with you.

If what remained of the night had a scent, it'd be heavy ash and cheap perfume. If it had weight, it'd be a hangover. If it had emotion, it'd be regret.

My father invented a cure for which there was no disease and unfortunately my mother caught it and died of it.

Pity! The southerly trees have shed their leaves. Nobody comes to appreciate the mountain's beauty. Tomorrow I too will float away. My reflection gone from cool streams.

I thought for a change I would give up drinking, and it was a great mistake, and, although I reduced the size of my nose and improved my beauty, my stomach suffered.

That's the beauty of alcohol. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen.

The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone