regret

Have you ever hoped for something? And held out for it against all the odds? Until everything you did was ridiculous?

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.

Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.

we met one strange summerin a regular tangle of sticky websyou had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spiritsin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes(I swear they are even if you--think otherwise): stormscalm ones, calmer than my--raging coals, empty and deadyou speak of souls like you believealways an optimist in pessimisticskin of ivory and titanium mesh...

Have the courage to rise from the challenges of life like a phoenix from the flames or you'll get lost in the ashes of despair, pain, and regret.

It__ not that we have to quit this life one day, but it__ how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter,the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands,the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains... if only one could leave this life slowly!

When your only regret is if anyone thinks you regret anything - that is the definition of conviction.

Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imaginedfuture, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love ora passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convincedthat even the smallest particle of the surrounding world wascharged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, andone would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind-loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by thehigh, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, somany and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like firefliesin the perfumed heat of summer night.

The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor WitShall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

You can miss places. You can miss people.Just know that what you__e really missing is the way things were. And even if you could go there again_. see them again_. you can__ go back.They__e not the same.You__e not the same.The loss of them changed you.

Original sin and conscious awareness of human fallibility is the perpetual agent of transformation in human affairs. Humankind__ behavior is pathological; it is an admixture of instinct and reason, kindness and cruelty, immorality and seeking redemption.

How I wish I could undo it all _ take it all back_All those years I spent unhappy with him _. when I should have been looking for you.

The first law of nature is self-preservation. Cut off that which may harm you. But if it is worth preserving, and is meaningful, nourish it and have no regrets. Ultimately, this is true living and love of self...from within.

I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.

We all make mistakes, have struggles, and even regret things in our past. But you are not your mistakes, you are not your struggles, and you are here NOW with the power to shape your day and your future.