Quotes About Regret

But if you can take a bit of an advice from an old fool like me, save your best efforts for the living, because one day they'll be dead, too, and you'll end up feeling guilty for neglecting them while they were alive. That's the paradox. Damned if you do and double-damned if you don't.

She thought it was too bad it didn't work the other way around, so you could get braver and smarter as you move up in years. But

what terrible pain—the pain of what I had not done, of what I had lost because I had not done all of that which I had not done. Whatever it was, I had no idea, I knew only that I had not done it.

Too often people fear their mortality, rather than feeling reassurance about the opportunities they have during their remaining lifespan. They don't fill their remaining time with experiences and human connections, because they're dwelling on the portion that's already spent.

And love, if put off too long, was too late, wasted. It could not make up for the lost time, no matter how much was then poured out.

Soy un azote, como las plagas, como el hambre. A donde voy llevo la vieja maldición. Mercer lo dijo: estoy obligado a hacer el mal. Todo lo que he hecho, ha sido siempre malo. Desde el comienzo. Es hora de irse a casa. Quizás, cuando vea a Irán, podré olvidar

If I had known it was harmless I would have killed it myself.

What was on the other side? Donna said, He said there was another world on the other side. He could see it. He... never went through it? That's why he kicked the shit out of everything in his apartment; he never thought of going through it, he just admired the doorway and then later he couldn't see it at all and it was too late. It opened for him a few days and then it was closed and gone forever.

I hope I never get in a fix like that, Taubman said. Hating someone I once loved.

What a job to have to do , Rick thought. I'm a scourge, like famine or plague. Where I go the ancient curse follows. As Mercer said, I am required to do wrong. Everything I've done has been wrong from the start. Anyhow, now it's time to go home. Maybe after I've been there awhile with Iran, I'll forget.

I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark. She thought of Frank. I wonder if he's dead yet. Said the wrong things; spoke out of line. No, she thought. Somehow he likes Japs. Maybe he identifies with them because they're ugly. She had always told Frank that he was ugly. Large pores. Big nose. Her own skin was finely knit, unusually so. Did he fall dead without me? A fink is a finch, a form of bird. And they say birds die.

But she looked—smaller. As if something in her had dwindled away, as if she had dried up. It was almost—age. Yet not quite. Could their separation have done this much damage? He doubted it. His wife, since he had seen her last, had become frail, and he did not like this; despite his animosity he felt concern.

I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark.

most horrid sound in the world, that of the once-was: alive in the past, perishing in the present, a corpse made of dust in the future.

Todo mundo sabe disso, todo mundo que já olhou sem poder fazer nada para uma pessoa doente ou moribunda, ou um animal doente ou moribundo, sentiu uma pena terrível, uma pena avassaladora, e percebeu que essa pena, por maior que pudesse ser, é totalmente inútil.

The most horrid sound in the world, that of the once-was: alive in the past, perishing in the present, a corpse made of dust in the future.

We didn't have sense enough to take care of it. Now it's torn. And the artist is dead.

To himself he thought, I was born in the wrong century. A hundred years ago this wouldn't have happened and a hundred years from now it will be illegal.

tunelessly through closed teeth. I had a true wife but I left her ... oh, oh, oh. The jeep skidded to a halt

En la vida real- pensaba Rick-, no hay campanillas mágicas como ésas para hacer que el enemigo desaparezxa sin el menor esfuerzo. una lástima.

Ali sada je prekasno, put do nivoa pakla je poplo?an naknadnim pretpostavkama.

McFeyffe, Hamilton said, you're going to have to forgive me. Why? Because I'm going to do something fruitless and futile. Because, even though I realize it's useless, I'm going to kick the living Jesus out of you.

You're going to read me my sins, Charles Freck said. The creature nodded and unsealed the scroll. Freck said, lying helpless on his bed, And it's going to take a hundred thousand hours.

As you go to your grave your mouth will be still open, asking the question, "What did I do?" You will be buried that way: with your mouth still open. And I could never explain it to you, Buckman thought. Except to say: don't come to the attention of the authorities. Don't ever interest us. Don't make us want to know more about you.