Regret
Quotes - I don't do regrets
“And
at that moment Jude thought something that he would never forgive himself for.
He
wished that he had never met any of them.”
―
Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road
“No
amount of guilt can change the past and no amount of worrying can change the
future”
―
Umar ibn Al-Khattab
“Speak
when you're angry, and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret.”
―
Lawrence J. Peter
“I
wish I knew why she never told me any of this. Maybe she thought I wouldn't be
able to handle it, that I was too sheltered or too innocent or something. If
she had told me why she cut herself all the time, or that it was the pills that
made her act so spaced out, or that she was even on pills, or even saw doctors,
or any of it, I would have done my best to help her. I'm not saying I'm a superhero.
I'm not saying I would have just swooped down and saved her. I'm just saying
the only reason everything was a waste was that she made it a waste. That whole
time, back when I was just a normal kid in high school, living out my normal
life, I really thought everything mattered.”
―
Nina LaCour, Hold Still
“I
don't do regrets. Regrets are pointless. It's too late for regrets. You've
already done it, haven't you? You've lived your life. No point wishing you
could change it.”
―
Lemmy Kilmister
“How
I wish I was like the water,
Flowing
so freely with every drop
Let
my every emotion wonder,
No
need to start, nor even stop
How
I wish I was like the fire,
Burning
with every flame up
Leaving
a trace of hot desire
As
a Phoenix raises its' wings up
How
I wish I was like the earth,
Raising
each flower from the ground
Seeing
the beauty of death and birth
And
then returning to the ground
How
I wish I was like the wind,
Hearing
each whisper, sound and thought
A
lonesome and wandering little wind,
Shattering
all that has been sought
Oh,
how I wish I was where you are,
Not
separated by empty space, so far
It
seems like we're galaxies apart,
But
we find hope within our heart
And
how I wish I was all of the above,
So
I can come below and yet forget,
The
beauty of angels which come down like a dove
And
demons who love with no regret.”
―
Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
“Man,
don't ever be sorry you don't want to kill someone.”
―
Michael Grant, Gone
“I
regret exceedingly that the disputes between the protestants and Roman
Catholics should be carried to the serious alarming height mentioned in your
letters. Religious controversies are always productive of more acrimony and
irreconcilable hatreds than those which spring from any other cause; and I was
not without hopes that the enlightened and liberal policy of the present age
would have put an effectual stop to contentions of this kind.
[Letter
to Sir Edward Newenham, 22 June 1792]”
―
George Washington, Writings
“..he
wanted her.
And
at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As
lover. . . as more.”
―
Sarah MacLean
“I've
lived the life of a man without teeth, he thought about it. A life of a man
without teeth. I've never bitten, I've been waiting, keeping myself for later -
and now I've just ascertained that I don't have teeth anymore.”
―
Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason
“You
never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time.”
―
Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping
“It
is not the lives we regret not living that are the real problem. It is the regret
itself. It’s the regret that makes us shrivel and wither and feel like our own
and other people’s worst enemy. We can’t tell if any of those other versions
would have been better or worse. Those lives are happening, it is true, but you
are happening as well, and that is the happening we have to focus on.”
―
Matt Haig, The Midnight Library
“Two
kisses in one kiss was all it took, a comfort, a warmth, perhaps temporary,
perhaps false, but reassuring nonetheless, and mine, and theirs, ours, all
three of us giggling, insane giggles and laughter with still more kisses on the
way, and I remember a brief instant then, out of the blue, when I suddenly
glimpsed my own father, a rare but oddly peaceful recollection, as if he
actually approved of my play in the way he himself had always laughed and
played, great updrafts of light, burning off distant plateaus of bistre &
sage, throwing him up like an angel, high above the red earth, deep into the
sparkling blank, the tender sky that never once let him down, preserving his
attachment to youth, propriety and kindness, his plane almost, but never quite,
outracing his whoops of joy, trailing him in his sudden turn to the wind,
followed then by a near vertical climb up to the angles of the sun, and I was
barely eight and still with him and yes, that was the thought that flickered
madly through me, a brief instant of communion, possessing me with warmth and
ageless ease, causing me to smile again and relax as if memory alone could lift
the heart like the wind lifts a wing, and so I renewed my kisses with even
greater enthusiasm, caressing and in turn devouring their dark lips, dark with
wine and fleeting love, an ancient memory love had promised but finally never
gave, until there were too many kisses to count or remember, and the memory of
love proved not love at all and needed a replacement, which our bodies found,
and then the giggles subsided, and the laughter dimmed, and darkness enfolded
all of us and we gave away our childhood for nothing and we died and condoms
littered the floor and Christina threw up in the sink and Amber chuckled a
little and kissed me a little more, but in a way that told me it was time to
leave.”
―
Mark Z Danielewski, House of Leaves
“Some
people can make mistakes, make amends, and move on. And some of us live with
each and every mistake we make carved into us, into hollow places we don't know
how to fill.”
―
Jennifer Lynn Barnes , The Grandest Game
“My
phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a
recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my
window.”
―
Katja Millay
“I
refuse to live a life of regret. I refuse to hope things will get better in the
future when I have complete control over making them the best possible right
here and now. We have one life-and none of us knows how long our life will be
or what will becomme of it. The possibilities are truly infinite.”
―
Connor Franta, A Work in Progress
