#regret

I don't think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret. I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn't revealed it's beauty to them. ↗

— Boris Pasternak

#beauty

It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, but it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter, the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands, the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains... if only one could leave this life slowly! ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #carpe-diem #dying #holding-hands #laughter

I regret to say I'm unable to reply to your unexpressed desires. ↗

— Harryette Mullen

#poetry #regrets #silence #courage

...tout compte fait, je crois que mon tort était de ne pas avoir eu le courage de mes convictions. Je pouvais me trouver toutes les excuses du monde, aucune d'elles ne me donnerait raison. En réalité maintenant que j'avais perdu la face , je me cherchais un masque. Pareil à un défiguré, je me cachais derrière mes pansements qui me servaient aussi de moucharabiehs. Je regardais en cachette la vérité des autres, en abusais pour distancer la mienne ↗

— Yasmina Khadra

#courage

I'm not big on regret - until time travel actually exists, it seems like a waste of making yourself feel bad ↗

— Julie Klausner

#dating

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#haunting #madness #regret #death

People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely. It's too easy not to make the effort, then weep and wring your hands after the person dies. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#effort #fragile #life #regrets #sincerity

Hiljadu puta se pokaješ za ono što kažeš, rijetko za ono što prećutiš. ↗

— Meša Selimović

#regret-spoken-word #death

We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back to being stone—crumbling in death rather than rotting, trapped inside an immobile prison of stone rather than reduced to immaterial souls like those that now rattled within our skulls. The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try. ↗

— Ekaterina Sedia

#decisions #mortality #regret #souls #death

Regret is the sound of the ghosts of our own making. I will live with mine until I die. ↗

— T.A. Webb

#regrets #death