Regret Quotes - Page 2

Regret is counterproductive. It's looking back on a past that you can't change. Questioning things as they occur can prevent regret in the future.

Droll thing life is - that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself - that comes too late - a crop of inextinguishable regrets.

You can't regret the life you didn't lead.

Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other path, no other way, no day but today.

The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.

Never look back unless you are planning to go that way.

A thousand times I was ready to regret and take back my rash statement - yet it had been the truth.

Sister - if all this is true, what could I do or undo?

I need just be a bayonet, a bayonet named Diving Punishment. I wish I'd been born a storm. Or a menace. Or a single grenade. No heart, no tears, just as a terrible gale'd have been good. If [by doing this] I become that, then so be it.

The fools will forever pay the wise for the things that takes only wisdom to do successfully.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

Sometimes I wish life was written pencil so we could erase it and write it all over again.

Happiness is a strange thing. It is something I tend to recognize only after it has passed, when I realize I miss it.

It isn't the great big pleasures that count the most; it's making a great deal out of the little ones-I've discovered the true secret of happiness, Daddy, and that is to live in the now. Not to be for ever regretting the past, or anticipating the future; but to get the most that you can out of this very instant.

Your mission: Be so busy loving your life that you have no time for hate, regret or fear.

..he wanted her.
And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

I could kill you a thousand times over Abraham, but we would never be even. You took everything I had.

If only certain things had been preventable, his life would have unfurled in front of him as intended, like a lush Oriental carpet. No surprises, no detours. Just a thick tapestry of days and nights that at the end of his time on earth, he could roll up and proudly claim as his own.