#regrets

X Блажен, кто смолоду был молод, Блажен, кто вовремя созрел, Кто постепенно жизни холод С летами вытерпеть умел; Кто странным снам не предавался, Кто черни светской не чуждался, Кто в двадцать лет был франт иль хват, А в тридцать выгодно женат; Кто в пятьдесят освободился От частных и других долгов, Кто славы, денег и чинов Спокойно в очередь добился, О ком твердили целый век: N. N. прекрасный человек. XI Но грустно думать, что напрасно Была нам молодость дана, Что изменяли ей всечасно, Что обманула нас она; Что наши лучшие желанья, Что наши свежие мечтанья Истлели быстрой чередой, Как листья осенью гнилой. Несносно видеть пред собою Одних обедов длинный ряд, Глядеть на жизнь, как на обряд, И вслед за чинною толпою Идти, не разделяя с ней Ни общих мнений, ни страстей. ↗

— Alexander Pushkin

#meaning-of-life #regrets #life

The regrets of yesterday and the fear of tomorrow can kill you. ↗

— Liza Minelli

#kill #regrets #tomorrow #yesterday #you

I always say that things are meant to be and everything happens for a reason, so I don't have any regrets. ↗

— Kevin Pietersen

#any #everything #happens #i #i always

My wife who is non-Jewish regrets it all the time that I can say these terrible things about fellow Jews and she can't. ↗

— Joseph Epstein

#fellow #i #i can #jews #regrets

Regrets? None at all. ↗

— Alan Shearer

#regrets

The Jews deserved to die. I have no regrets. If I had the chance I would do it again. ↗

— Alois Brunner

#chance #deserved #die #had #i

When she looked in the glass and saw her hair grey her cheek sunk, at fifty, she thought, possibly she might have managed things better--her husband; money; his books. But for her own part she would never for a single second regret her decision, evade difficulties, or slur over duties ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#decisions #difficulties #duties #life #regrets

No regrets. There is no time for that. Regret is boring. ↗

— A.R. Rahman

#inspirational #regrets #attitude

I have no regrets about my career or retiring. Not once have I thought 'Gosh, I wish I was back on the court. ↗

— Rebecca Lobo

#back #career #court #gosh #i

It was becoming more and more evident that Salem was a town that celebrated individuality, a real live-and-let-live kind of place. Melody felt a gut punch of regret. Her old nose would have fit in here. "Look!" She pointed at the multicolored car whizzing by. Its black door were from a Mercedes coupe, the white hood from a BMW; the silver trunk was Jaguar, the red convertible top was Lexus, the whitewall tires were Bentley, the sound system was Bose, and the music was classical. A hood ornament from each model dangled from the rear view mirror. Its license plate appropriately read MUTT. "That car looks like a moving Benton ad." "Or a pileup on Rodeo drive." Candace snapped a picture with her iPhone and e-mailed to her friends back home. They responded instantly with a shot of what they were doing. It must have involved the mall because Candace picked up her pace and began asking anyone under the age of fifty where the cool people hung out. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#differences #individual #new-town #plastic-surgery #regrets