If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe.
Ian Fleming was my cousin, and he wanted me to play Dr. No, but by the time he got around to remembering to tell the producers, they'd already cast someone else. Spilt milk!
What a terrible thing, I thought, to let a moment go.
Fighting Anderson Silva was a signature and career-defining moment that was stolen from me.
Somebody asked me what do you regret. I said, well I was offered the role of Maverick in 'Top Gun' and I turned it down.
This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever.
Deliberando saepe perit occasio [The opportunity often slips away while we deliberate on it].
Not now.It's too late.It was always too late.
I got Robbie's mobile number and rang him. It went to his voicemail: 'Hi, it's Robbie - whazzup!' Like the Budweiser ad. I never called him back. I thought: 'I can't be f****** signing that'.
I would have loved to have been on 'The Walking Dead' longer, but it didn't happen.
He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the bush.
In my head, I felt if I'd stayed at City and got a chance, I could have done a good job. It was made clear that wasn't going to happen, though.
An emotion that lives with me is a sense of 'what might have been' had injuries not robbed me of my most lethal weapon - speed.
When the time comes in which one could, the time has passed in which one can.
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.
Should have. Would have. Could have. Didn't.
Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been.
And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.
I could have been a dancer. I just never got my shot at it.
Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say, and you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you I love you.
The choreographer for the Milton Berle show wanted me to audition. I walked away from that.
Oop! The Moment! Once you miss it, it is gone forever.
I could have loved you once And said it But then you went away And when you came back Love was a forgotten word, Remember?
But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's good that's gone.
