I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale’d been good.

Over the last couple of years, the photos of me when I was a kid… well, they’ve started to give me a little pang or something – not unhappiness, exactly, but some kind of quiet,...

My animal howlsMy angel’s upsetBut I’m not allowedA trace of regret

For, like desire, regret seeks not to be analysed but to be satisfied. When one begins to love, one spends one’s time, not in getting to know what one’s love really is, but in making...

I don’t like forgetting, Elías,” I said with my eyes closed. A single tear slipped down my cheek and I let it. “I don’t want to forget these moments that constantly remind me of who...

She could, she thinks, have entered a different life. She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself.

You might be looking for reasons but there are no reasons.

The only things I regret, and the only things I’ll ever regret are things I didn’t do. In the end, that’s what we mourn. The paths we didn’t take. The people we didn’t touch.

Mistakes and regret, desease and death…ain’t recognized by mind that capable on changing them into otherwise.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Mr. Frimpong is the oldest person from church. That’s when I knew why he sings louder than anybody else: it’s because he’s been waiting the longest for God to answer. He thinks God has forgotten...

Take ACTION! When we DO NOT take action, our potentiality becomes the soil that houses the seeds of our regret.

Those silly girls had no idea what they were really celebrating. They had no idea what it took to bring Agatha and her friends together seventy-five years ago. The Women’s Society Club had been about...

it is as it is”. And yet, I am saying this to you. Because it is, as it is. Reality is rather painful than acceptable. And yet we have to live through it, try to...