regret

I get so god damn lonely and sad and filled with regrets some days. It overwhelms me as I__ sitting on the bus; watching the golden leaves from a window; a sudden burst of realisation in the middle of the night. I can__ help it and I can__ stop it. I__ alone as I__e always been and sometimes it hurts_. but I__ learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking. I__ learning to make things nice for myself. To comfort my own heart when I wake up sad. To find small bits of friendship in a crowd full of strangers. To find a small moment of joy in a blue sky, in a trip somewhere not so far away, a long walk an early morning in December, or a handwritten letter to an old friend simply saying __ thought of you. I hope you__e well.__o one will come and save you. No one will come riding on a white horse and take all your worries away. You have to save yourself, little by little, day by day. Build yourself a home. Take care of your body. Find something to work on. Something that makes you excited, something you want to learn. Get yourself some books and learn them by heart. Get to know the author, where he grew up, what books he read himself. Take yourself out for dinner. Dress up for no one but you and simply feel nice. it__ a lovely feeling, to feel pretty. You don__ need anyone to confirm it.I get so god damn lonely and sad and filled with regrets some days, but I__ learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking. I__ learning to make things nice for myself. Slowly building myself a home with things I like. Colors that calm me down, a plan to follow when things get dark, a few people I try to treat right. I don__ sometimes, but it__ my intent to do so. I__ learning.I__ learning to make things nice for myself. I__ learning to save myself.I__ trying, as I always will.

Oppenheimer was lamenting the subservience of science to innate human cruelty in an address to the American Philosophical Society: __e have made a thing, a most terrible weapon, that has altered abruptly and profoundly the nature of the world ... a thing that by all the standards of the world we grew up in is an evil thing. And by so doing ... we have raised again the question of whether science is good for man._ This public admission of personal despair at the moral collapse of the modern world__ leading intellectual enterprise could not be more nakedly penitent.

First, the idea of the multiverse is essentially the fantasy of preserving perfect information. One of the hard things to deal with in life is the fact that you destroy potential information whenever you make a decision. You could even say that's essentially what regret is: a profound problem of incomplete information. If you select one thing on a diner's menu, you can't know what it would have been like to taste other things on it, right then, right there. When you marry one person, you give up the possibility of knowing what it would have been like to have married any number of others. But if the multiverse exists, you can at least imagine there's another version of you who's eating that other thing you thought about ordering, or who's married to that other man you only went on two dates with. Even if you'll never see all the information for yourself, at least you'll be able to tell yourself that it's

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you__e falling to the floor crying thinking, __ am falling to the floor crying,_ but there__ an element of the ridiculous to it _ you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you__e on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn__ paint it very well.

Would you like to sit?" Kellen asked her."You'd better do it soon," Owen whispered close to her ear, "or I'm going to bend you over that table and break the club's no-penetration-in-the-lounge rule.

I don__ have any regrets,_ a famous movie actor said in an interview I recently witnessed. ____ live everything over exactly the same way._ __hat__ really pathetic,_ the talk show host said. __re you seeking help?_ __eah. My shrink says we__e making progress. Before, I wouldn__ even admit that I would live it all over,_ the actor said, starting to choke up. __ thought one life was satisfying enough._ __y God,_ the host said, cupping his hand to his mouth. __he first breakthrough was when I said I would live it over, but only in my dreams. Nocturnal recurrence._ __ou__e like the character in that one movie of yours. What__ it called? You know, the one where you eat yourself.___he Silence of Sam.___hat__ it. Can you do the scene?__he actor lifts up his foot to stick it in his mouth. I reach over from my seat and help him to fit it into his bulging cheeks. The audience goes wild.

Monitor and control every passing day so as to live without regrets

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun.

We only have one life and two choices: sadness and regret for a past we cannot change or happiness for every moment we can choose how to live.

Have no regrets in life because of the choices you make. Good or bad, they are a learning experience, to help you grow. The only regret in life, is to never make a choice at all.

Recovery is hard. Regret is harder.

Don't give yourself the opportunity to regret

She chose the attractive room, not noticing the cloven hoof exposed beneath the ornate curtains. That decision has surely haunted her every day since, finally catching up to her.

Questions that begin __f I had/if I had not_ have no true answers. You can never know how your actions may have impacted Master Jason__ fate. And if you could know, that knowledge would not change the past. The only good that can come of these musings is that which you have already found: in taking the lessons of the past, such as they may be, to guide your choices in the present.

I don't regret anything I've ever done in life, any choice that I've made. But I'm consumed with regret for the things I didn't do, the choices I didn't make, the things I didn't say. We spend so much time being afraid of failure, afraid of rejection. But regret is the thing we should fear most. Failure is an answer. Rejection is an answer. Regret is an eternal question you will never have to answer to. "What if..." "If only...""I wonder what would have..." You will never, never know, and it will haunt you for the rest of your days.

We, at times, criticize ourselves for making immature choices. But if you think with real compassion you will find that those were the right choices at that point of time. Everything happens for a reason, maybe, that was destined. Anyway the best would be to accept whatever happened and move on.

the depth or humaneness of our love depends on the wideness of our souls.

Never go for someone that represents something that is more of a fantasy than reality in this crazy world of lonely people, unless it is for the shortest time possible, and unless you have clearly figured out an exit strategy.