Richard Matheson Quotes

‎It has ever been my fate to give pain to those whose happiness I should have promoted.

Regret is the most tiresome of companions.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.

I know so many people who have tremendous regret in their life.

My life is just a series of mistakes and regrets of varying degrees.

Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?

There is no pain worse than not achieving a dream when it is your fault. If God did not want you to have it, that is one thing. But if you do not get what you desire because you are lazy, there is no pain worse than that.

I was stained by failure.

For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past.

I have offended God and mankind because my work didn't reach the quality it should have.

There's nothing worse than being disappointed in somebody.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

My dad had a lot of bad luck. You could see his suffering, his terrible suffering, living a life that was disappointing and looking for another one.

My head has got regrets, but I haven't.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

There are many things that I feel I have missed out on.

I should have done more. I did too little of everything.

Losing is tough.

Sometimes I feel like a has-been who never was.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

The tragedy of life is not that man loses but that he almost wins.

I feel very bad about getting things wrong.

Hell begins on the day when God grants us a clear vision of all that we might have achieved, of all the gifts which we have wasted, of all that we might have done which we did not do.