Regrets Quotes

I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.

This unfortunate partition of Poland, is costing me ten years of my life. It will make plain the whole unhappy history of that affair. How many times have I refused to agree to it! But disaster after disaster heaped upon us by the Turks; misery, famine, and pestilence at home; no hope of assistance either from France or England, and the prospect of being left isolated and threatened with a war both with Russia and Prussia,---it was all these considerations that finally forced me to accede to that unhappy proposal, which will remain a blot on my whole reign.

A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.

When a significant other - a spouse, a parent or someone you're close to - is dying, it forces you to think about your life, about what you feel about death. What I realized from my dad's dying was that I wasn't scared of dying. But I was terrified of regrets. I was terrified of getting to the end of my life with a lot of Why didn't I's.

Regrets and Mistakes, they're Memories made

We must know, as much as possible, in our beautiful art...what we are talking about and the only way to know is to have lived and loved and cursed and floundered and enjoyed and suffered. I think I don't regret a single "excess" of my responsive youth I only regret, in my chilled age, certain occasions and possibilities I didn't embrace.

I don't have long-standing regrets; they pass as I see how things are meant to be.

I am not a person who can really sit around and think about regrets because with every bad experience that you have, there is weirdly something good that comes from it.

On the rare occasions when I spend a night in Oxford, the keeping of the hours by the clock towers in New College, and Merton, and the great booming of Tom tolling 101 times at 9 pm at Christ Church are inextricably interwoven with memories and regrets and lost joys. The sound almost sends me mad, so intense are the feelings it evokes.

We have had triumphs, we have made mistakes, we have had sex.

Have regrets. They are fuel. On the page they flare into desire.

I would never have drawn my sword in the cause of America, if I could have conceived that thereby I was founding a land of slavery.

How many on their deathbeds wished they'd spent more time at the office - or watching TV? The answer is, No one.

I don't got no regrets with any of my tats.

Our biggest mistakes, were things we didn't do, companies we didn't buy.

I've spent my life making blunders.

I don't yearn to be a child again.

A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.

If we spend our time with regrets over yesterday, and worries over what might happen tomorrow, we have no today in which to live.

I don't know how you get to be 40 without having a whole bunch of regrets.

A man's age is something impressive, it sums up his life: maturity reached slowly and against many obstacles, illnesses cured, griefs and despairs overcome, and unconscious risks taken; maturity formed through so many desires, hopes, regrets, forgotten things, loves. A man's age represents a fine cargo of experience and memories.

The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.

[…] over the past decade, we’ve argued in court in favor of administrative latitude in decision-making. Now, by asserting the primacy of states rights, we’re flipping that argument on its head. How do we go back to all these cases where we’ve been arguing for executive discretion and say, “Oops, we didn’t mean it”?

Wherever you are, be all there." I have lived the runner, panting ahead in worry, pounding back in regrets, terrified to live in the present, because here-time asks me to do the hardest of all: just open wide and receive.

I don't care whom you take; Chester Allen Arthur will do as well as any other.