you can’t change the past,Aunt Lou used to say.Oh, but I wanted to;that was the one thing I really wanted to do

Don’t overthink things. Sometimes you can convince your head not to listen to your heart. Those are the decisions you regret for the rest of your life.” Faith Barnett From Texas Tangle

Don’t regret; just celebrate your knowledge and wisdom. Life isn’t about an easygoing sheltered heaven; it’s about living.

This is one of those rare moments when, while doing that which it is one’s duty to do, one feels something which disconcerts one, and which would dissuade one from proceeding further; one persists, it...

It’s always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister.

Don’t be among those who give up early and regret later.

No such thing as time travel, he’d rumbled patiently, once. Only live with what you’ve done, and try in the future to do what you’re happy to live with.

It all feels so different than it did yesterday. Is it because I’m aware of your feelings now? Or is it something else? Is it that…I know…what love is?

Love passed me by and I failed to get the plates.

I got to wear blinders all the time so I won’t think sideways or in the past.

There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.

Any fighter knows that regret that doesn’t inform your future is wasted emotion. If you lose and dwell on the missed opportunity rather than the chances to come, you’re finished.

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.

If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are...

It is with deep regret that the determination to assemble Parliament has been so long delayed.

I may have had moments of regret in my life, but you know, they wouldn’t add up to an hour.

Ah, it’s my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!

For også hun hadde hat sin historie, sin lille uregelmæssighet i sit liv (…)Siden sit ulykkelige forhold til en ung fremmed, en ren æventyrer ved navn Johan Nagel, en uanselig dværg, som hadde dukket op...

Never be afraid when God brings back your past. Let your memory have its way with you. It is a minister of God bringing its rebuke and sorrow to you.

I won’t regret, because you can grow flowers where dirt used to be.

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to...

Apologizing is different from begging, it doesn’t change your status, go ahead and get on your knees, spill tears if you got it, for the person you offended, if at all you had a place...

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

Speak when you’re angry, and you’ll make the best speech you’ll ever regret.

And I watched the first man I ever kissed walk away from me forever. My heart full of nothing but regret, my brain full of nothing but reassurance that I was making the right choice,...

Q: When is the perfect time? A: Who can say, but probably somewhere between haste and delay – and it’s usually most wise to start today.

Name me no names for my disease,With uninforming breath;I tell you I am none of these,But homesick unto death —Homesick for hills that I had known,For brooks that I had crossed,…Before I met this flesh...

The only mistake you can make is not asking for help.

There are two kinds of guilt: the kind thatdrowns you until you’re useless, and the kind that fires your soul to purpose.

Oh God, Oh God! that it were possibleTo undo things done; to call back yesterday!That time could turn up her swift and sandy glass,To untell days, and to redeem these hours.

I never want to regret. ‘Regret’ is the ugliest word.

It’s easy to point out someone else’s mistake, harder to recognize your own. Especially because most people—except the lucky few like ourselves—are forced to live with their mistakes. So they learn to justify their mistakes,...

To be a devil isn’t so bad; to be a devil that can still see beauty, still remember what it was like to be in the sight of the most holy, now that was an...

For the young, there is nothing unattainable; a good thing desired with the whole force of a passionate will, and yet impossible, is to them not credible. Yet, by death, by illness, by poverty, or...

Liam, soon-to-be-fucking-dead, Callahan was walking down the stairs—my fucking stairs—with his sex hair high and his green eyes sharper than razor blades. He was beautiful, and I almost regretted the fact that I would have...

I don’t regret the passing of time. I try to live in the present, which should mean my life’s full.

But now it’s too late.And that’s why, right at this moment, I feel so much hate. Toward myself. I deserve to be on this list. Because if I hadn’t been so afraid of everyone else,...

Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and improbable that to have repined would have been like despairing because one had...

…and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the mansion-house, or look an adieu to the cottage, with its black, dripping and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the...

It was no good to look back, to apologize for what had happened, or to wonder what could have been different.

I don’t do regrets. Regrets are pointless. It’s too late for regrets. You’ve already done it, haven’t you? You’ve lived your life. No point wishing you could change it.

By trying to export myself into a place that didn’t fully exist I asked works of art to bear my expectation that they could be better than life, that they could redeem life. In fact,...

Being safe doesn’t mean you won’t be sorry.

… I have dreams of you too, Mariam jo. I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your laughter. I miss reading to you, and all those times we fished together. Do you...

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.

For this I am truly sorry and regret all that has happened.

This is what I want so don’t be sad.

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I’d give anything to go back and love you better…

Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.

There are things that money can’t buy, things like fresh youth to replace the one you’ve hardly been aware of, things like lost opportunities which might conceivably have led to nothing, but which on the...