Quotes About Regret

O pior aspecto do suicídio é que você decide fazer isso e não dá para desistir e mudar de ideia. Como essas pessoas que tentam se matar com o escapamento do carro e viram um vegetal. Alguém as tira de lá e as salva, mas elas destruíram todos os neurônios por causa do monóxido de carbono.

C'era un'espressione di grande amarezza sul suo viso. L'amarezza era come un solvente che avesse corroso le desolate piaghe della carne, scoprendo le ossa sottostanti

There is little future, Mike thought, for someone who is dead. There is, usually, only the past.

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. - Roy Batty of Blade Runner

You know, I struggled for years to get through Training. I had to work and pay my own way. Washed dishes, worked in kitchens. Studied at night, learned, crammed, worked on and on. And you know what I think, now? What? I wish I'd become a plant earlier.

I wish I'd become a plant earlier.

In everyone there sleeps A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make By loving others, but across most it sweeps, As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.

I'm terrified of the thought of time passing (or whatever is meant by that phrase) whether I 'do' anything or not. In a way I may believe, deep down, that doing nothing acts as a brake on 'time's - it doesn't of course. It merely adds the torment of having done nothing, when the time comes when it really doesn't matter if you've done anything or not.

Lee saw the fireball and head through the roar in his ears Hester saying, That's the last of 'em Lee. He said, or thought, Those poor men didn't have to come to this, nor did we. She said, We held 'em off. We held out. We're a-helping Lyra. Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

Do you think I could bear to live on after you died? Oh, Lyra, I'd follow you down to the world of the dead without thinking twice about it, just like you followed Roger; and that would be two lives gone for nothing, my life wasted like yours. No, we should spend our whole lifetimes together, good long busy lives, and if we can't spend them together, we... we'll have to spend them apart.

Shame to die with one bullet left, though.

When you choose one way out of many, all the ways you don't take are snuffed out like candles, as if they'd never existed.

Everyone wishes they could speak again to those who've gone to the land of the dead.

Mientras volaba en silencio volvió la vista atrás, como si le persiguiera su miedo. Edmund Spenser

So. Now you know the worst thing I have ever done. I fucked my own family's dinner.

Too late, but I understand. That we don't perish of understanding everything too late, that is a miracle. But we do perish of that -- of just that.

What use to skip those two grades in grammar school and get such a jump on everybody else, when the result is to wind up so far behind?

My God, he thought, the man I once was! The life that surrounded me! The force that was mine! No otherness to be felt anywhere! Once upon a time I was a full human being.

His mother had died at eighty, his father at ninety. Aloud he said to them, I'm seventy-one. Your boy is seventy-one. Good. You lived, his mother replied, and his father said, Look back and atone for what you can atone for, and make the best of what you have left.

he was seething suddenly with remorse, because of having done what he'd done and because he hadn't done more. Seething with outrage too, about Basel more than anything--as outraged by what Nathan had got right there as by what he'd got wrong, as much by what he'd been making up as by what he was reporting. It was the two in combination that were particularly galling, especially where the line was thin and everything was given the most distorted meaning.

hoe weemoedig hij soms ook mocht kijken naar zulke echtparen in de vallende schemering of op zondagmiddagen, de week had nog meer uren en hun leven was niets voor hem, als hij zijn melancholie weer de baas was

Yes, if only this and if only that, we'd all be together and alive forever and everything would work out fine.

And he couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.

But remember this: to have may be taken from you, to have had never.