#regrets

At the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#excuses #gratitude #inspirational #life #motivational

I did not regret any single thing I have done in my life in the past since the day I was already conscious of what I was and am doing, nor the things I have not done. Regretting is lame. I believe in myself, and so in God's mercy and forgiveness. ↗

— Rea Erika Paraz Ebate

#life #past #regret #regrets #forgiveness

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

I don't think there's anything I can't do. I have no regrets. ↗

— Dionne Warwick

#i #no regrets #regrets #think

I’ve found the things I’ve regretted most in my life are the things I wanted to do but never had the courage to try. And I’m beginning to think I don’t want you to become one of my what-if-I’d-only-tried-it regrets. ↗

— Linda Kage

#courage

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

It should make you shake and sweat, nightmare you, strand you in the desert of irrevocable desolation, the consequences seared into the vein, no matter what adrenaline feeds the muscle its courage, no matter what god shines down on you, no matter what crackling pain and anger you carry in your fists, my friend, it should break your heart to kill. ↗

— Brian Turner

#regrets #revenge #anger

Čovjek je proklet, i žali za svim putevima kojima nije prošao. ↗

— Meša Selimović

#life-questions #regrets #death

I looked after that Dudley family for too long, over six years. His daddy would take him to the garage and whip him with a rubber hose-pipe trying to beat the girl out a that boy until I couldn't stand it no more.... I wish to God I'd told John Green Dudley he ain't going to hell. That he ain't no sideshow freak cause he like boys. I wish to God I'd filled his ears with good things like I'm trying to do with Mae Mobley. Instead, I just sat in the kitchen, waiting to put the salve on them hose-pipe welts. ↗

— Kathryn Stockett

#homosexuality-masculinity #regrets #family

I used to belong to a family unit, with a foster mom and dad and my little sister, Bean, but that's over and I don't want to talk about what happened , or how unfair it was. Not yet. The less said about that the better, because if there's one thing I learned from Ryter it's that you can't always be looking backward or something will hit you from the front. ↗

— Rodman Philbrick

#life-lessons #regrets #unfairness #family