Quotes About Regret

There is no other shame like senseless sin.

Regret is good. It proves you have a conscience.

The only thing worse than regretting the things you've done is regretting the things you didn't do.

You never know how long you have-there might not BE a later-so don't let things go unsaid or unforgiven.

Nakao: Koizumi, I'm so sorry I said such cruel things.Otani: What's that?Nakao: The whispering of your heart.

I grief for the foolishness of my ignorance.

Many ghosts also walk the halls of the White House and the chambers of Congress. I have encountered quite a few ghosts of former U.S. congressmen who regret that, having been given a rare opportunity to foster positive change in the country, they blew it. Many cling to the earth, guilt-ridden with failure, often haunting their assembly room in the hope of impressing their contemporaries. In

I'd rather look forward and dream, than look backward and regret.

isn't the greatest loss in life,'" Lawton said to Anne. "'The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

Were you truly happy in that memory? Was it as romantic as it appeared years later? And did you only yearn for it once life got harder and you wanted to escape back to a time when your new problems didn't exist?

I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.I have wasted my life.

T was mine to shrink, withstand in time, For, while I sinned, I knew my crime. Oh! Wretched, wavering heart! As vain Thy wild resentment as thy pain: One thought alone expels the rest, One sole regret distracts my breast, O'ermastering and subduing all More than my crime, more than my fall: Are not shame, fear, remorse, forgot, In that one thought- He loves me not!

and wasn't life full of layers and nuances, colored all kinds of shades of gray, and the way you felt about something when you were twenty or thirty or forty was not how you would feel about something when you were fifty or sixty or seventy---if only he could explain to her that regret can come at any time in your life, when you least expect it, and then you are stuck with it forever.

I stop painting entirely. I get a job in advertising. I get older. I grow up, I suppose. I never look back except in those moments when I can't stop fucking thinking about it.

But I cry anyway because it was a path I could have taken and didn't. I cry for the lost idea, the lost concept. Sometimes I cry, too, for who I was as an artist and what my life could have been like if only I had kept going. I weep for my lost identities. I weep for my possibilities.

Mas choro na mesma, porque era um caminho possível e eu não fui por aí. Choro pela ideia, pela opção que se perdeu. Às vezes também choro pela artista que havia em mim e pelo que a minha vida poderia ter sido se eu tivesse continuado. Choro por todas as minhas identidades perdidas. Pelas possibilidades que tive.

I've never been in love. Isn't that shame? Not knowing how it feels like.

Time will make it worse! You're...the other half of his soul. He's never going to get over you. And no matter how much you hope that you will... you'll never get over him. You're going to wake up one day and realize what you've done, and you're going to regret the time you wasted apart from him for the rest of your life.

There is nothing you will regret more in your life — nothing — than not being present for your children

my only complaints are two: that I didn't make myself ready for you sooner in life, that I can't give you better, Love you more.

should have just drove this Plymouth on in the door." For some reason he couldn't explain

O z?a Persefono, Mog?a?e? tak wielu ?zam da? up?yna? p?ono?

I hear there are people who actually enjoy moving. Sounds like a disease to me - they must be unstable. Though it does have it's poetry, I'll allow that. When an old dwelling starts looking desolate, a mixture of regret and anxiety comes over us and we feel like we are leaving a safe harbor for the rolling sea. As for the new place, it looks on us with alien eyes, it has nothing to say to us, it is cold.

One time," Gertie said. "You go out into a hurricane one time and you never hear the end of it.