regret

That night, when you kissed me, I thought you did it because you were drinking. All I could focus on was getting you home before you did something you__ regret in the morning. I didn't want to be your regret, Serenity. My heart couldn__ handle it. Shit, it's been two years and my heart still can't handle the fact that we don__ talk anymore.

It was a night of early spring,The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;Around us shadows and the windListened for what was never spoken.Though half a score of years are gone,Spring comes as sharply now as then__ut if we had it all to doIt would be done the same again.It was a spring that never came;But we have lived enough to knowThat what we never have, remains;It is the things we have that go.

Sometimes you do things you regret, but there's nothing you can do about them. Times change. Doors close behind you. You move on.

We all have different lives, Martin believes _ but in the end probably feel the same things, and regret the fear we thought might somehow sustain us.

I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it.

Why do we remember the Boys of Summer? We remember because we were young when they were, of course. But more, we remember because we feel the ache of guilt and regret. While they were running, jumping, leaping, we were slouched behind typewriters, smoking and drinking, pretending to some mystic communion with men we didn't really know or like. Men from ghettos we didn't dare visit, or rural farms we passed at sixty miles an hour. Loving what they did on the field, we could forget how superior we felt towards them the rest of the time. By cheering them on we proved we had nothing to do with the injustices that kept their lives separate from ours. There's nothing sordid or false about the Boys of Summer. Only our memories smell like sweaty jockstraps.

I'm afraid that the gift of visiting the past is all that we have. We can revisit it, but only as it happened.

Not only a few times, but every time he did not give in to his urge to go look for her, he resented the moment that came in its place. Even if the moment was beautiful and was something he valued, and made him who he was. He could not help but also long for that other life in which he lived with Della, even if she abused him.

You could continue to repress and think about the life you could have had or you can take what you want from life and see that the world finds that person infinitely more irresistible...

She needs to make one phone call, and she wishes she could make it into her past. Into last year. Or two years ago.

My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window.

No pain is unbearable except that of regret.

Maybe I might be repeating the same mistake again... But don't you think it is far better to regret what I have done than what I have not done yet...?

But harboring regrets is making love to the past, and there is no movement here.

It__ easy to point out someone else__ mistake, harder to recognize your own. Especially because most people__xcept the lucky few like ourselves__re forced to live with their mistakes. So they learn to justify their mistakes, build on them, until they can look back and convince themselves that their mistake was inevitable all along, a good choice, in fact. An unwed teenage mother can look back at her unexpected pregnancy fondly six years down the road once the child__ out of her hair and in school all day. She wouldn__ dare go back and fix that mistake because it__ become part of her life.

We find that one person in life that will stand by us through everything, support us, love us regardless of yourself. That one person that will stand by your side through everything. Grab onto that person with everything for if you don't then one day you will look to your side expecting him to be there and you will find that he is not. So don't take the one for granted that makes you his life. If you do then he will remove you from his...

I like to live in 'fear'becauSe, you are ready to faceany unexpected thing to become and you have 'no regret' for it.

Just because The Past always hung there upon its hooks on the game-room wall, you didn't have to pull it down and use it on yourself.