regret

If you have trouble getting motivated always remember that time is going to pass either way and that eventually regret is going to make its way around.

The day I started fearing regret is the day I decided to never stop.

each of us humans has a moment-if not many-in which we lapse. for some, the transgression involves sex. for others, simply doubt or a rage so all encompassing, it impels us to make irreversible decisions.but whatever the transgression is doesn't really matter. what matters is that lapsing is our fate. we humans are doomed to it. worse, it is our destiny to look back longingly, with nostalgia, at our world before we changed, at who we were Before.we can never forget.but we can never go back.

Time doesn't run backward, you know, and things that have been done can't be undone, no matter how hard you wish.

The waves of regret were gentle, but I knew they would ripple on forever.

Having regrets is proof of being alive.

Regret and remorse_ is a dialectic issue about what has been done, about what should have been done and about what should not have been done. ( __sland of regret. Island of remorse_ )

They were too near to me. I loved them to much. And the love overtaking me and combined with the fact that I was going to spend another evening alone, doing nothing with it, being waited down to motionlessness by my own actions made me want to get it over with and fucking be alone.

Regret is like a mental parasite that alters your behavior.

I am constantly reminded that we are a products of the choices we make

Wait, I almost shouted, but didn__, and that would be my burden to bear. Instead, I stood on the curb and I watched him disappear, lights fading in the distance like waking up from a dream.

His palm presses against my cheek, stroking away stray strands of hair, __ve, I__e never been so scared. The thought that I__ never get to see you again, to apologise for the way I treated you, I couldn__ bear it. When they dragged you out I was so relieved, knowing that I had a chance to get you back._ He squeezes me tightly against his body as he admits, __ can__ lose you Eve. Them taking you made everything so clear. I love you and I thought I wasn__ going to get the chance to prove how much. I couldn__ let that happen.

I refuse to suffer the torment of regret that comes with living a __hat if_ life.

You realize how much you love someone once that someone is gone_gone forever, and you are filled with regret and sadness.

They don't give gold bracelets for regrets.

And maybe that's all a ghost is, in the end. Regret, grown legs, gone walking.

I owed the greater apology, but at the same time I knew that was done was done, that no matter what I said now I would never be able to make it right.

Death changes everyone....It changes the way you think, the way you feel, and the way you live your life. Sometimes it makes you thankful for what you have, but more often than not, it makes you regret what you've lost.