Quotes About Regret

Fra tutti i dolori che ho conosciuto non ce n'è mai stato nessuno grande come la sofferenza di sapere che esso sarà senza di me, e tuttavia ti ho amata e non cambierei un solo giorno. E se per qualche miracolo mi fosse concesso di tornare al passato e di corteggiarti di nuovo, lo rifarei anche avendo la certezza che tutto finirà ancora nello stesso modo.

Believe me—I spent some uncomfortable moments with my head that morning. Because I'd read The Rolling Stones fifteen years before—and forgotten it completely. Or had I?

When I think about John William now, I think about someone who followed through, and then I'm glad not to have followed through, to still be breathing, to still be here with people, to still be walking in the mountains, and to still be uncertain--even with all this cash on hand--in a way I seem to have no choice about. I'm a hypocrite, of course, and I live with that, but I live.

He told himself he had never felt so happy, and he felt a sort of ache that this was happening and would never again happen in just this way no matter how long he lived.

Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you

Time flies when you're being stupid.

Life is short. It's God's fault. Sorry.

I'm just saying that his card-burning would have meant far more, on the day he did it, if he hadn't already incinerated his life.

Because I wasn't anything anymore. Not anythingI love or know or care about. Because thou shalt not kill, Kade. Thou shalt not kill. With all my heart I believed this. And I killed. So what am I now? And why should I live? How am I even alive? Because if this is what our lives are--if doing this to others before they do it to us is all our lives are--we're already dead. Honest to God I feel it, Kade. I'm dead. The hell with me.

I didn't hurt anymore, didn't feel like hiding anymore, wasn't scared anymore. Because I wasn't anything anymore. Not anything I love or know or care about. Because thou shalt not kill, Kade. Thou shalt not kill. With all my heart I believed this. And I killed. So what am I now? And why should I live? How am I even alive? Because if this is what our lives are - if doing this to others before they do it unto us is all our lives are - we're already dead.

abyss , n . There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you've taken from me, everything I've given you, and the waste of all the time I've spent on us.

i wish i were someone else, even though i know i'll never, ever be able to get away from what i've done and what's been done to me.

I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I'm already too late.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

arrears , n . My faithfulness was as unthinking as your lapse. Of all the things I though would go wrong, I never thought it would be that. It was a mistake, you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

I want to take back at least half of the "I love you"s, because I didn't mean them as much as the other ones.

hurt tends to drown out sorry.

I will never have a photograph of her to carry around in my pocket. I will never have a letter in her handwriting, or a scrap-book of everything we've done. I will never share an apartment with her in the city. I will never know if we are listening to the same song at the same time. We will not grow old together. I will not be the person she calls when she's in trouble. She will not be the person I call when I have stories to tell. I will never be able to keep anything she's given to me.

But I want to feel like life matters. I had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.

i feel bad for her - i do. a damn shame, really, that i had to have a mother. it can't be easy having me for a son. nothing can prepare someone for that kind of disappointment.

If I'd managed any of these ifs-- would I have been able to avoid the inevitable fuck-up, the full-force fuck-off? My pride shut me up, my heart shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

He doesn't just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.