Quotes About Regret

Why had he done it? Why couldn't it just not have happened? Why didn't they have time-travel, why couldn't he go back and stop it happening? Ships that could circumnavigate the galaxy in a few years, and count every cell in your body from light-years off, but he wasn't able to go back one miserable day and alter one tiny, stupid, idiotic, shameful decision...

The darkest mistakes can be forgiven, but they can never be undone.

If she had only known, things might have been different between us, but I could never talk to her about it" [Jimmy about Molly]

Molly wasn't hope then, of course, and i can't help hating her for not being there.

It's all because of me isn't it? It's all my fault?

Come on Pop' I said as best I could 'don't go back now' I felt rotten, watching him go back like that.

But I was a fool, the biggest, damnedest, stupidest fool in thee whole world.

You may regret your silence once, but you will regret your words often.

But as a boomer with Beatles music in my DNA and Lennon songs in my head, every so often I stop and think about the music he might have created over the last 35 years. Then I think of that sad, twisted prick in prison and wish that every morning you could queue up outside his cell, and when he stuck his head out to get his breakfast, you could step up and punch him in the face. I'd wait in that line. But, I wouldn't shoot him, because violence doesn't solve anything. Though

My philosophy was, if I just do good work, someone will like it enough to employ me. It never made me famous. And I'm way, way too old now, mate. That boat's sailed.

He never looked great but he's dreadful now, face thin and eyes staring like you see in cartoons of mad imams and hunched over. If that's what God does to you you should pick your friends more carefully.

Where Grissom Bunt, Category Twelve PainCriminal, whoever he was, had gone. From which Grissom Bunt would never emerge again. Not as Grissom Bunt. She pictured a shaved naked skull crisscrossed with blue-ridged suture lines, heard a voice saying, "I wouldn't hurt a fly, I wouldn't, I wouldn't, I wouldn't

Voices. —You will lose everything. Everything. Everything. —Is this what you really wish? To lose everything you have ever been? —The choice is yours. "And I took it!" he cried to the streaming walls. "I took it!" But he could not remember what it was he had chosen. —He has chosen.

She could never look at surfers without a painful sense of another life she could have lived.

If she had had a new famulus, or even this poor old smashed famulus, or any famulus at all, she might have never done what she had just done. She could not decide whether that was a good or bad thing.

She could not go back. To the Transients' Hostel. To Kilimanjaro West, her home. To Armitage-Weir and her warm, friendly office. Home. She sat, crushed by a sense of looming inevitability ponderous as a falling moon.

I apologize for being obvious, but every time I watch the curtain come down on even a halfway decent production of a Shakespeare play I feel a little sorrowful that I'll never know the man, or any man of such warm intelligence.

One important theme is the extent to which one can ever correct an error, especially outside any frame of religious forgiveness. All of us have done something we regret - how we manage to remove that from our conscience, or whether that's even possible, interested me.

Dearest Cecilia, You'd be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don't think I can blame the heat.

The past is like that. When it finally taps you on the shoulder, it's never the thing you thought it to be.

My?li g?upie. My?li t?skne.

Fifteen years, and all he had to show were an amount of self-pity and a busted marriage with an innocent daughter hanging between them. It was more disgusting than sad.

Down Where the Drunkards Roll." "How

You only regret the things you haven`t done !