Quotes About Regret

Desires" Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown old and they shut them, with tears, in a magnificent mausoleum, with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet — that is how desires look that have passed without fulfillment; without one of them having achieved a night of sensual delight, or a moonlit morn.

Sorry is one of those meaningless words people toss around before they kick you in the head again.

It's funny I actually made poorer decisions when I sobered up then when I was screwed up.

He looked up at the heavy smoke palls over the city and repeated softly to himself, "It's all for nothing. All for nothing."*

And the blood remembers what the heart has never learned. The approach to kill. ("The Moon Of Montezuma")

It seems so long ago that he was last afraid of anything. Seventeen, was he then? Eighteen? Sometimes he thinks he's missing a lot by being like this - fear gives life a fillip. He wonders how it is he lost it all, and what there is - if anything - ever to bring it back. ("Jane Brown's Body")

HE HAD SIGNED her own death-warrant. He kept telling himself over and over that he was not to blame, she had brought it on herself. He had never seen the man. He knew there was one. He had known for six weeks now. Little things had told him. One day he came home and there was a cigar-butt in an ashtray, still moist at one end, still warm at the other.

on forgiveness) Didn't he and I stand together before an all seeing God convicted of the same murder? For I had murdered him with my heart and my tongue.

Oh Father! Betsie! If I had known would

And I've never met anybody who said that they were sorry that the Lord Jesus had entered their hearts.

The opposite of esprit d'escalier is the way that life's embarrassments come back to haunt us even after they're long past. I could remember every stupid thing I'd ever said or done, recall them with picture-perfect clarity. Any time I was feeling low, I'd naturally start to remember other times I felt that way, a hit parade of humiliations coming one after another to my mind.

She didn't want to make anything right. She wanted to make it all go away.

He'd forgotten how much he liked her. She wasn't like other women. She was smart and funny and a little bit sarcastic. She pushed his buttons and she made him want to be better. A deep sense of longing pulsed through his body. He just wanted a second chance—to prove to her he could be the man she needed. God, that's all I'm asking for.

The past is a foreign country -- and increasingly I don't want to visit.

what's done is done", that the past cannot be changed, and that the future can be changed because it is "open". To

She sat on the toilet and cradled her aborted baby, as if it were alive. And her eyes were like an endless well where you could not see the bottom.

Imagine the one god himself has reversed his clock and reversed your regrets. Imagine knowing the bone-deep truth that whatever impossibility would make you truly happy has been granted. Imagine knowing you can once again hold your lost lover or your newborn child. Imagine what you feel during those first seconds of knowing. Now, imagine those first seconds last for days on end. .... Like I said, I'm a chemist. It's all coming back to me.p62

I woke up with a heart attack just out of my field of vision and with my dick in my hand, saying, I love you I love you I love you over and over...And that my dear sweet love of my life, is how things were without you and I'd done everything I could to keep you from knowing that

If Miss Havisham had gone with that sassy taffeta number instead, hey, who knows, maybe it would've been all peaches and cream.

I haven't had a drink in thirteen years, but occasionally I'm tempted to have one beer. The problem is that if I have that one beer, I wake up in Tijuana four days later with a tattoo and a sore ass.

I was ambitious and desperate to direct my first film, so I capitulated and blew it. Never again. Never fucking again.

Like many people who come to New York to live and then have to leave before they really want to, I spent the next three or four years with the vague feeling that there was a great party going on somewhere and I was not at it.

Like a sneeze, sin feels good at first, but it leaves a huge mess.

The question is: Will you choose the pain of discipline or the pain of regret?