Quotes About Missedopportunities

In another house, a man sits alone at his table, laid out for two. Ten years ago, he sat here across from his father, was unable to say that he loved him, searched through the years of his childhood for some moment of closeness, remembered the evenings that silent man sat alone with his book, was unable to say that he loved him, was unable to say that he loved him.

I would have liked to have worked with Ralph Richardson and Paul Scofield, but they're dead now.

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

When no one understands you, then no one can call you to account. -------- ... if the right time gets missed, if one has refused or been refused something for too long, it's too late, even if it is finally tackled with energy and received with joy... ------ In every part of my life, too, I stood outside myself and watched; I saw myself functioning at the university, with my parents and brother and sister and my friends, but inwardly I felt no involvement.

Later when he thought about it he realized that these very cousins could have gotten him laid if only he'd bothered to hang out with them. But you can't regret the life you didn't lead.)

Zijn hele leven was hij bang haar te kwetsen. En alleen daarom onderwierp hij zich vrijwillig aan de discipline van een afstompende monogamie. Twintig jaar later blijkt opeens dat zijn bezorgdheid totaal overbodig is en dat hij tientallen vrouwen heeft gemist vanwege een misverstand!

Hay cosas peores que estar solo pero a menudo toma décadas darse cuenta de ello y más a menudo cuando esto ocurre es demasiado tarde y no hay nada peor que un demasiado tarde.

His first thought as he stared death in the face was that he was never going to meet his daughter. At least not on this side of the Fade. His second and final was that he couldn't believe he'd never told Blay he loved him. In all the minutes and hours and nights of his life, in all the words he'd spoken to the male over the years they'd known each other, he'd only ever pushed him away. And now it was too late.

The trouble was, he realized with dread, when your heart finally stopped beating in your chest, everything that you wished you'd said but hadn't, all the missing pieces of yourself that you had yet to give, all the failures you had stuffed under the rug in the guise of life being so very busy . . . that stopped, too. The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.

That was the time for me to have said, "After all these years, is that what you think of me?" But I didn't. The moment passed. It passed as it had passed so many hundreds of times before, so many thousands of times before.

It's not because I don't like people that I don't go. I search for a compromise within myself... and while I'm busy thinking about it, I miss my chance...every time.