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Unanswered? I would've answered any question, Hannah. But you never asked.

Unfortunately, just like bullets, you can never get words back once they have been sent out into the world.

Unsettling emotions are capable of messing up the most beautiful minds in this world.

Until I met you," she said, "I never realized how precious each day could be. When I was working, each day was over before I knew it, and then a week just flew by, and then a whole year...What have I been doing all this time? Why didn't I meet you before? If I had to choose a whole year in the past, or a day with you-I'd choose a day with you...

Us? There is no us. You threw us away like yesterday’s trash.

Usiangalie nyuma kujutia vitu ulivyovifanya, angalia nyuma kujifunza kutokana na makosa uliyofanya.

Wait, I almost shouted, but didn’t, 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.

Walking into my room, I turned and caught his gaze, “But you’re good at walking away, so you obviously haven’t changed.” Pointing to my chin, I indicated, “Except this,” meaning his goatee, “this is new, but you being an asshole, yep- still there. Oh well.” I took a step back and flicked the door, slamming it. -Trice

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Was there ever a death that involved no regret? ... more often than not, what he first heard in their moment of grief was the word 'should.

Was this the stupidest thing I had ever done? Maybe, maybe not. Top ten, at least.

Was this what she had shattered convention for; broken with her family, her friends? Everything she had ever known; doomed herself to eternal damnation, for the sake of what she had believed would be heaven on earth, and had turned out to be hell, here and now?

we all get waves of regret sometimes but instead of dwelling on what you can’t change, start focusing on what you can.

We all have regrets. Anyone who says they have none is a liar, and anyone who thinks they'll live without acquiring some is a fool.

We all have a "Life Résumé" and regret should not be part of it. Those embarrassing FML moments are all considered experience.

We carry the world. They did. All those young men did. They carried the world, and it was heavy, and they didn't know what to do with it. Was this the rest? Was this the war? Things had already spun out of control and they weren't always as black and white or as right or wrong as Nick liked to think.

We are now left to choose between danger and regret, neither of which can restore the lives we have lost.

We can ask and ask but we can't have again what once seemed ours forever—the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on a belfry floor, a remembered voice, the touch of a hand, a loved face. They've gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass. All this happened so long ago. And I never returned, never wrote, never met anyone who might have given me news of Oxgody. So, in memory, it stays as I left it, a sealed room furnished by the past, airless, still, ink long dry on a put-down pen. But this was something I knew nothing of as I closed the gate and set off across the meadow.

We don't appreciate life unless we waste the first half of it.

We all have different lives, Martin believes – but in the end probably feel the same things, and regret the fear we thought might somehow sustain us.

We can spend today joyously celebrating potential by acting upon our purpose, or we can spend it mourning the days and opportunities gone by… the first will find you amongst the few who are content and accomplished; the latter will find you with the suffering majority as you exhaustedly swim in the ocean of regret.

We don't get the best of life everytime. Out of those, sometimes we have to stay with whatever life gave us and hope for the best. Because out of those sometimes, many times Just keeping the hope alive gives us the best of life.

We fail to open the right doors because we fail to pick the right keys!

We find that one person in life that will stand by us through everything, support us, love us regardless of yourself. That one person that will stand by your side through everything. Grab onto that person with everything for if you don't then one day you will look to your side expecting him to be there and you will find that he is not. So don't take the one for granted that makes you his life. If you do then he will remove you from his...

Weirdly—but as Danny and Amos had suspected—the further the winning number was from the number on a person's lottery ticket, the less regret they felt. "In defiance of logic, there is a definite sense that one comes closer to winning the lottery when one's ticket number is similar to the number that won," Danny wrote in a memo to Amos, summarizing their data. In another memo, he added that "the general point is that the same state of affairs (objectively) can be experienced with very different degrees of misery," depending on how easy it is to imagine that things might have turned out differently. Regret was sufficiently imaginable that people conjured it out of situations they had no control over. But it was of course at its most potent when people might have done something to avoid it. What people regretted, and the intensity with which they regretted it, was not obvious.

We had deluded ourselves that perhaps peace might find the Arabs able, unhelped and untaught, to defend themselves with paper tools. Meanwhile we glozed our fraud by conducting their necessary war purely and cheaply. But now this gloss had gone from me. Chargeable against my conceit were the causeless, ineffectual deaths of Hesa. My will had gone and I feared to be alone, lest the winds of circumstance, or power, or lust, blow my empty soul away.

We never regret the love we give, We regret giving it to the wrong people …

Well, say you only have two choices. You can like red or you can like blue. It’s easy to look at those two colors and decide that, between them, you like red. But when you consider all the colors in the world, then what? You could narrow it down to liking red, but what shade of red? Some of them are practically the same. And some are way different. But they’re all red, so you like them all, because who ever said a person can like just one color and that’s it? But you’re asking me to pick one color and like it for the rest of my life.” “And,” I go on, “every time you talk to someone who’s already picked their color, some adult who’s had their whole life to think about their decision, you know what they say? They regret what they chose. So now they’re stuck their whole life with orange, but they’ve realized orange was a shit color to start with.

We only have one life and two choices: sadness and regret for a past we cannot change or happiness for every moment we can choose how to live.

We're all a bit bad. We all have things in our lives that bring us shame and regret. Things that have hurt our souls or hurt the people we love. But 're all a bit good too. i reckon we're mostly good actually. And life is about trying to learn the balance, plot our place on the continuum... We're not just made up of good and bad: we're everything else too.

We regret because we fail to listen to an inner voice that says "I Can" and we watch as that pledge is hushed by our doubts and fears. We regret because we listened to someone else's voice rather than our own or because we knew what was right and didn't do it. Imagine a life where we trusted ourselves more, believed what others said less and committed to do what was noble. There would be no regret in that.

we met one strange summer in a regular tangle of sticky webs you had the air of angels sweet but I-- drowned with the damned spirits in lava oceans fearing your-- foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes (I swear they are even if you-- think otherwise): storms calm ones, calmer than my-- raging coals, empty and dead you speak of souls like you believe always an optimist in pessimistic skin of ivory and titanium mesh...

We only understand the true love of our lives when we bound ourself within the boundries of right and wrong.

What Cadfael did not regret, he found grave difficulty in remembering to confess.

We think a lot of things but can not take the right steps at the right time. And this is why the next time we're gonna regret.

What a strange feeling to regret something even as I did it—the sheer denial that masked itself as courage, the rush of relief once the decision was final, and the cavernous sorrow that sank in within the hour.

We think that the things we are going to regret are the things that we didn't attain; but that's not what we're going to regret. We're going to regret the things we didn't give, the love we didn't show, the time we didn't spend on someone who mattered... what we didn't GIVE. That's what we're going to regret!

What cannot be repaired is not to be regretted.

Whatever it is that you want to do, do it today because you can handle the pain of trying hard now but you won’t be able to handle the pain of regret later.

Whatever has been done, can never be undone. And through all of this misfortune, I was the one to get the stain of guilt, the gross wound.

Whatever you want, at any moment, someone else is getting it. Whatever you have, someone else is longing for.

What hurts more; the pain of ‘what ifs’, or the pain of rejection? You decide!

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.

What he had remembered was to tuck among his changes of clothes one of Regan's framed photographs of the four of them from a few summers back, at Lake Winnipesaukee. He set it up on the nightstand, as if he might swim down into the past, where nothing could go wrong.

What I mean is, right from that first time, there was something in Tommy's manner that was tinged with sadness, that seemed to say: “Yes, we're doing this now and I'm glad we're doing it now. But what a pity we left it so late.

What I’ve learnt is: buy the damn shoes. Kiss the boy. You can lose a life in indecision, and regret is a waste of an emotion.

What's regrettable in life is the self inflicted abandonment of our own personal truth that gets trampled by a carriage of phantom criticisms drawn by our own runaway mulish insecurities bound down a fretful road paved by the pointless concern for the opinion of others.

...what started with those simple requirements -- make her notice me, but guarantee that nobody understood how I felt -- turned into the cruelest thing I have ever done to another human.

When all you wanted was to be wanted, you wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now.

When anything and everything you ask for is handed to you, those hands seem to blur into nothingness and you forget they're alive just like you are.