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Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in read more
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.
I would much rather have regrets about not doing what people said, than regretting not doing what my heart led read more
I would much rather have regrets about not doing what people said, than regretting not doing what my heart led me to and wondering what life had been like if I'd just been myself.
Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these... it might have been.
Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these... it might have been.
I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times read more
I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times that you go through build character, making you a much stronger person.
People so seldom say I love you And then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell read more
People so seldom say I love you And then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, It doesn't mean I know you'll never go, Only that I wish you didn't have to.
Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.
Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.
When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that read more
When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.