#regret

You have been given a second chance to start your life over. You can't throw this opportunity away. If you do you will be a colossal fool. If you get the chance to do something and don't do it then you'll simply live with regret. That's a worse situation than trying something daring and maybe not succeeding. At least you tried. Isn't that what you want to show your kids? ↗

— Lorena Bathey

#daring #fool #kids #live #opportunity

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

— Roman Payne

#carpe-diem #great #learning #life #life-lessons

Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again ↗

— George MacDonald

#failure #regret #life

Oh no," I said, because if our life is just one endless song about hope and regret, then "oh no" is apparently that song's chorus, the words we always return to. ↗

— Brock Clarke

#life #mistakes #regret #life

Starting right now, attempt to live as if you have no regrets. ↗

— John O'Callaghan

#live #moment #music #regret #spontaneous

She had been wrong to think it wouldn't matter that much to him, yes,He took her for granted, of course he did , but he took her for granted - not like an old coat in the corner of a dark cupboard, as she'd put it to herself , but like the very air that he breathed . ↗

— Ahdaf Soueif

#regret #love

Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never. ↗

— Langston Hughes

#no-regrets #poetry #love

She knew this man's smile, his gentle ways of love, but not his godlike fury in the storm. She might snare him in a fragile net of music, love and flowers, but, at each departure, he would break forth without, it seemed to her, the least regret. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#love #music #night-flight #regret #love

Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind- loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by the high, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, so many and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like fireflies in the perfumed heat of summer night. ↗

— Mark Strand

#nostalgia #poetry #regret #imagination

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 him. I only knew it then. Then I loved him but it was too late to go back. ↗

— Stephen Kelman

#regret #love