regret

Don't let things go, if you truly don't want them to go, trying again is far better than regret.

In hours of bliss we oft have met:They could not always last;And though the present I regret,I'm grateful for the past.

I had too much fun was no one's last regret ever.

He found he was a man who repented almost everything, regrets crowding in around him like moths to a light. This was actually the main difference between twenty-one and fifty-one, he decided, the sheer volume of regret.

Regret is not the same as guilt. It is expressed by: __ can__ believe I did that. It__ not like me. This is not how I am! How could I do such a thing?_ It means to see ourselves as the best we can be, and to be disappointed in not living up to that.

Get correct views of life, and learn to see the world in its true light. It will enable you to live pleasantly, to do good, and, when summoned away, to leave without regret.

The night of my accident, when I opened my eyes and you were there? Seeing you again, Rebecca...It was like someone let the air back into the room.

You're so young, you can't know the meaning of true regret. It's never what you've done, love, it's what you've left undone.

I don__ pretend to know much about love, but that__ how great love comes to an end, not in the flames of passion, but in the silence of regret.

What I mean is, right from that first time, there wassomething in Tommy's manner that was tinged with sadness, that seemed tosay: __es, we're doing this now and I'm glad we're doing it now. But what apity we left it so late.

What I do know is that there are two kinds of pain in this life: risk and regret. I'd rather live with the first than the second.

Never regret on something you can fix.

I am not going to live with regret for not having tried.

Obedience is less painful than regret.

I don't fear death, I fear I haven't done enough before it happens

And he had a theory about fear. It was all about regret. If you make what you want out of life and don't bullshit yourself about your choices, then there are no regrets, and a man without regret isn't afraid of anything.

The road home is tinged with regret and the road forward is full of the unknown.

Nor did he think of Celia any more, though he could sometimes remember having dreamt of her. If only he had been able to think of her, he would not have needed to dream of her.