Neither for you nor for me. I’m sorry, fish.

Love yourself; you won’t regret it ever.

No one is adequate to comprehending the misery of my lot! Fate obliges me to be constantly in movement: I am not permitted to pass more than a fortnight in the same place. I have...

Breath by breath, let go of fear, expectation, anger, regret, cravings, frustration, fatigue. Let go of the need for approval. Let go of old judgments and opinions. Die to all that, and fly free. Soar...

each of us humans has a moment-if not many-in which we lapse. for some, the transgression involves sex. for others, simply doubt or a rage so all encompassing, it impels us to make irreversible decisions.but...

Momentarily drained of lust, he stares at the remembered contortions to which it has driven him. His life seems a sequence of grotesque poses assumed to no purpose, a magic dance empty of belief. There...

I am not going to live with regret for not having tried.

And I want to tell you about everything but I can’t because I couldn’t stand for you to have that look on your face all the time. I just need you to look at me...

Appreciate what you have instead of regret ting for something you don’t have.

I’d chosen the regret I could live with best, that’s all. I’d chosen the life I belonged to.

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

My first kiss I regret. My first date I regret. But I do not regret the choice to say I love you for the first time. Even though that was the melodramatic story. Even though...

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Worry and regret are both useless weights that provide no drag. They never did anything to slow down the planet for one goddamned second.

Sometimes things just slip past you, into your hands and out through your fingers. In my half-in/half-out state I began to wonder if that could happen to people, too.

Over the years I’d lodged him in the permanent past, my pluperfect lover, put him on ice, stuffed him with memories and mothballs like a hunted ornament confabulating with the ghost of all my evenings....

But you know all about that, being sorry and having no words to say something when you know you should but you just can’t

Jesus, Dolores, you’ve got to get yourself together. You’ve got responsibilities. Think about those sometimes – okay? – and get your fucking head right.”Those were the last words his wife heard from him. He’d closed...

No matter how sweet is smells, if you know it will give you a discomfort later, don’t even attempt to taste it. Discipline yourself to stay out of sin!

They had both wanted it to happen and they both wished it had not; what mattered now was that nobody else should ever know.

She had lost him. Lost him because she’d let him go. And she could not allow herself to regret that decision.

It is a matter for considerable regret that Fermat, who cultivated the theory of numbers with so much success, did not leave us with the proofs of the theorems he discovered. In truth, Messrs Euler...

The expression in her eyes was bitter as nightshade. ‘You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the...

And at that moment Jude thought something that he would never forgive himself for.He wished that he had never met any of them.

Tex’s head snapped in my direction.Fuckin’ A, woman, you’ve never had a s’more? he boomedI shook my head.Christ, everyone’s gotta have a s’more before they die. Fuck that shit, I’ll build a fire in my...

You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time.

My guilt is an ocean for me to drown in.

You know, sometimes it’s nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn’t make sense.

I’m sorry, I say. I didn’t give you everything you wanted. I wasn’t everything you wanted. You were everything I wanted.

Us? There is no us. You threw us away like yesterday’s trash.

I think many experiences are bound to be failures, and sometimes I regret them before they even happen.

Wouldn’t it be amazing if you could travel into the future, see where you messed up, and then go back in time to rearrange things in order to make your future better? You can. If...

I felt like an integral part of my being had just been ripped out of me, only to have it replaced with something that did not belong.

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?I shall wear white flannel trousers, and...

…tout compte fait, je crois que mon tort était de ne pas avoir eu le courage de mes convictions. Je pouvais me trouver toutes les excuses du monde, aucune d’elles ne me donnerait raison. En...

There were so many places in my time with Rogerson that I wished I could go back to, hitting the stop button at just one moment to stop everything that came after. I had so...

She knew this man’s smile, his gentle ways of love, but not his godlike fury in the storm. She might snare him in a fragile net of music, love and flowers, but, at each departure,...

I’ve always been pleased with the investments I’ve made with my friend Albert Frere and I regret not having followed him more, because I would have been a lot richer.

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call’d No-more, Too-late, Farewell

When the last autumn of Dickens’s life was over, he continued to work through his final winter and into spring. This is how all of us writers give away the days and years and decades...

Don’t do something today you’ll regret for the next 10,000 tomorrows. No, you should have done that yesterday.

La luz del pasillo iluminaba débilmente mi rostro que se reflejaba de modo fantasmal en el cristal de la ventanilla y me hacía recordar el que tuve en la infancia, el que naufragó para siempre...

Everybody was sorry. Sorry was easy. Sorry was for suckers.

I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.

Control yourself, it is not worth it. You will regret your rudeness afterwards, your sensitive nature will be troubled

I always wanted to be a doctor and go to art school, but I thought I’d regret it if I didn’t act.

If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.

RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression…

A thorough inspection of someone you believed to be loveable will send you back into your shell if all you saw in their life was all bullshit.

I’d watch her, amazed at just how much a person could accomplish fueled by tea and regret.