Quotes About Regret

I'd wish then that I could afford to go to the ticket counter and buy a seat on the next plane back to where I'd come from.

he couldn't have been more than a few hours old when he died. Even in a jar, that kid has outearned me.

As we walk into the store, he confides that his biggest regret is that Melina never got to have sex, that he ruined all that by getting her spayed.

As my ticket is ripped I'll briefly consider all the constructive things I could be doing. I think of the parks and the restaurants, of the pleasantries I'll never use on the friends I am failing to make. I think of the great city teeming on the other side of that curtain, and then the lights go down, and I love Paris.

I generally start the conversation immediately, that way the person wanting a book signed never has to say the things they've stood in line agonizing over, and that they will most likely regret later on. There are exceptions, though. I was in Baton Rouge in late May 2013, when a woman approached, saying, before I had a chance to throw her off balance, "You got me to put my bra back on." I set down my pen. "I beg your pardon?

Hemos convertido el presente en algo de lo que huir a toda prisa, aunque sea hacia el pasado.

We must forget past failures," he advised in one of his sermons, "for many times we forget the things of today in lamenting the failures of the past.… Some men regret the last rays of the setting sun, while others look toward the east for the first light of dawn.

Tubby Robbins took me apart in the '39 Grand Final and when I got home Rosemary said, "I think you met your match today," and I thumped her one. She apologised later but by that time the damage was done.

When it's all said and done, I want to be able to say I got the most out of my potential. I don't want to look back, however many years from now, and say, 'I wonder if I would have worked a little harder. I wonder if I would have done this or done that, how things would have turned out.' I want to, when it's all said and done, be able to put my head on my pillow and say, 'I did everything I could do — good or bad.

I often wished that I could split myself a hundred ways and live a hundred separate lives [...]. But in the end, I supposed, we only had one life to lead, and the roads not taken would always outnumber and outshine the roads we end up taking, day by day, without plan.

I started playing that game I play when I'm feeling lonely, the one where I review all of my prior relationships, marveling that so many sweet, smart, pretty girls have come into my life and that I've found a way to fuck things up with every one of them.

Then it's just day by day. And most days are beautiful, Don. It's regretting yesterday or overthinking tomorrow, that's when ugliness comes in, right?

There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one. —Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

Most dreams die a slow death. They're conceived in a moment of passion, with the prospect of endless possibility, but often languish and are not pursued with the same heartfelt intensity as when first born. Slowly, subtly, a dream becomes elusive and ephemeral. People who've lost their own dreams become pessimists and cynics. They feel like the time and devotion spent on chasing their dreams were wasted. The emotional scars last forever.

Duty doesn't need to call; it only needs to whisper. And if you heed the call, no matter what happens, you have no need for regret. Odd Thomas

The only thing we can't buy more of is time. she said. And dodo birds. We can't buy any more of them. they're extinct. And dinosaurs.

I curse the night I let your idiot father squirt you into me.

Oncoming death is terrible enough, but worse still is oncoming death with time to spare, time in which all the happiness that was yours and all the happiness that might have been yours becomes clear to you. You see with utter lucidity all that you are losing. The sight brings on an oppressive sadness that no car about to hit you or water about to drown you can match. The feeling is truly unbearable.

What a strange, wondrous thing, music. At last the chattering mind is silenced. No past to regret, to future to worry about, no more frantic knitting of words and thoughts. Only a beautiful, soaring nonsense.

Celui qui passe à coté de la plus belle histoire de sa vie n'aura que l'âge de ses regrets et tous les soupirs du monde ne sauraient bercer son âme.

Omul care las? s?-i scape dragostea vie?ii sale va ajunge singur cu regretele sale ?i toate suspinele lumii nu-i pot aduce alinare sufletului.

Do you think it's right to not say goodbye to the man you yourself said was on the very first page of your very first volume of your diary? This is the very last page of his.

But love flowed into the apology, to coddle and mollify the guilt.

De mon côté, je t'en ai beaucoup voulu, et puis je me suis fait des reproches, mais dans cette vie misérable que nous menions, nous, Japonais, je me suis aperçu qu'il fallait avoir de l'empathie pour notre propre jeunesse.