Quotes About Regret

It's too late.

The whole peninsula of Florida was weighted down with regret. Everyone had left behind a real life.

Not everything given away is recoverable.

It seemed to Rosa Lublin that the whole peninsula of Florida was weighted down with regret. Everyone had left behind a real life. Here they had nothing. They were all scarecrows, blown about under the murdering sunball with empty ribcages.

We pay for vice by the knowledge that we are wicked; we pay for pleasure when we find out too late that we are nothing.

When I contemplate the accumulation of guilt and remorse which, like a garbage-can, I carry through life, and which is fed not only by the lightest action but by the most harmless pleasure, I feel Man to be of all living things the most biologically incompetent and ill-organized.

Of all things broken and lost, porcelain troubles me most.

He] Attacks the past, but fears that, having destroyed it, He will have nothing on which to lay his head.

Regret, to no end, in every hour Of a long life. What beautiful work Will redeem the heartbeats of a living creature And what use to confess deeds that last forever?

The glamorOf childish days is upon me, my manhood is castDown in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

Don't mind that. That's just people burning in Hell.

Life is filled with challenges, blessing and the awareness that in life there are no guarantees. But one thing I'm sure of, is that for me, I'd rather die regretting the things I've done, then to regret the things I didn't do, but could have. So with this my new motto, I've decided to pursue what has lain quiescent in the back of my mind so now I write.

I've got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn't do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.

He put down the paper without regret, and looked at his wife, and, as he looked at her, he smiled because she was nice to look at, and because he loved her, and because she amused and interested him enormously. They had been married for nine months now, and sometimes he thought he knew her through and through, and sometimes he thought he didn't know the first thing about her—theirs was a most satisfactory marriage.

It is a terrible thing to be angry with the dead.

wrote to Kitty saying that I was sorry for what had occurred and asking her to come to see me if she was in town, but I had no reply. Kitty vanished out of my life. She was angry with me, I knew. She had wanted me to lie, and I would not lie—I could not.

A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.

Whenever you look back and say, "If," you know you're in trouble. There's no such thing as "if." The only thing that counts is what really happened.

I'm sorry I hurt your hand...with my face. -Bobby Pendragon

If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.

I myself shall be elsewhere this evening, visiting with the Lady Madigan, Marchess of the Pike—one of the few folk in this city worth the time—and would have invited you with me . . . But no matter.

I don't want to read about the fabricated version of someone's life. I want to know what haunts you, what are you ashamed of, what embarrasses you, what do you wish was different?

We see the worst versions of ourselves - things we did or could have done - in the characters who inspire us.

To admit regret is to understand that we are fallible - that there are powers beyond us. To admit regret is to lose control not only of a difficult past but of the very story we tell about our present. To admit sincere and abiding regret is one of our greatest but unspoken contemporary sins.