regrets

Everything else has vanished, so you take them now. Maybe if you're the one keeping them, I'll be the one feeling better.

The true definition of mental illness is when the majority of your time is spent in the past or future, but rarely living in the realism of NOW.

In the short term, it would make me happy to go play outside. In the long term, it would make me happier to do well at school and become successful. But in the VERY long term, I know which will make better memories.

One of my big regrets is that Facebook hasn't had a major chance to shape the mobile operating system ecosystem.

I have no regrets, because I've done everything I could to the best of my ability.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.

you get to a point when you just don__ want to be pushed anymore. pushed to pretend you__e okay with condescending behavior and disrespectful attitudes. pushed to ignore the determined yearnings of your clearest truth. pushed to engage in conversations and situations that in no way serve your state of peace. pushed to act a bogus part and clap for those who are acting theirs. pushed to be quiet and to stay small. pushed to exist rather than live. you get to a point when it__ all too much, too exhausting, too false. something must change. then you realize that the changes you crave have always been within your power to create. you realize that no one has the might to push you into anything when you are unwilling to be pushed. you realize that you, more effectively than any outside influence, have been your biggest pusher all along. so you stop__ushing and pretending and acting and shrinking. you stop it all, because you can. and you don__ waste too much time regretting that you didn__ do it sooner. you__e suddenly much too busy living your life for such silly regrets.

Today, I choose not to take my life for granted.I choose not to look upon the fact that I am healthy, have food in my refrigerator and have clean water to drink as givens. They are not givens for so many people in our world. The fact that I am safe and (relatively) sane are not givens. That I was born into a family who loves me and into a country not ravaged by war are not givens. It is impossible to name all of the circumstances in my life I've taken for granted. All of the basic needs I've had met, all of the friendships and job opportunities and financial blessings and the list, truly, is endless. The fact that I am breathing is a miracle, one I too rarely stop to appreciate.I'm stopping, right now, to be grateful for everything I am and everything I've been given. I'm stopping, right now, to be grateful for every pleasure and every pain that has contributed to the me who sits here and writes these words.I am thankful for my life. This moment is a blessing. Each breath a gift. That I've been able to take so much for granted is a gift, too. But it's not how I want to live__ot when gratitude is an option, not when wonder and awe are choices.I choose gratitude. I choose wonder. I choose awe. I choose everything that suggests I'm opening myself to the miraculous reality of simply being alive for one moment more.

I imagine what would happen if everyone turned their regrets into wishes, went around shouting them.

People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely. It's too easy not to make the effort, then weep and wring your hands after the person dies.

I was the guy who was constantly speaking out against the Vietnam War. I have no regrets about that.

A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.

As much as he loathed himself for it, he couldn't stop thinking about Abigail. If he hadn't met her, he might be married to someone else. Some nice woman who didn't throw dishes at him. He'd be asleep right now, lying on his side with her warm body snuggled up against his chest, and their children--yes, he was quite sure there would have been two or three of them--would be sound asleep in the next room dreaming of sugarplums or whatever kids dreamed about. If he hadn't met Abigail, he certainly wouldn't be stuffed like a slab of meat in the back of a car with his own executioners.

She concluded that to be able to live without regrets, one has to let go of life that one has planned to give space to life which has been destined.

We don't have to be defined by the things we did or didn't do in the past. Some people allow themselves to be controlled by regret.Maybe it's a regret, maybe it's not. It's merely something that happened. Get over it.

Sometimes, laughing like a lunatic can be the best solution. Or crying loudly into a pillow. But don't regret anything. Always tell yourself "I. Regret. Nothing." because really, no matter how sucky, or crappy your life gets, you really shouldn't regret it. Everything you do makes yourself up, and kid, just do the right thing every now and then, and you'll be good. We. Regret. Nothing.

we lived depravityand called it truth, silencingour dreaming, andour love, discardingthings holy.

It__ amazing how long we put up with things we detest for the sake of a quiet life.