Helping someone who does not help.It will kill you emotionally , kill your happiness and leaving you with regrets.
You aren’t old enough to have such regrets.” “Pain doesn’t respect age, my lady.
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.
If you haven't done everything possible to live the life you want to live, you will often visit the Land of Regret!
Everything else has vanished, so you take them now. Maybe if you're the one keeping them, I'll be the one feeling better.
I am now 33 years old, and it feels like much time has passed and is passing faster and faster every day. Day to day I have to make all sorts of choices about what is good and important and fun, and then I have to live with the forfeiture of all the other options those choices foreclose. And I'm starting to see how as time gains momentum my choices will narrow and their foreclosures multiply exponentially until I arrive at some point on some branch of all life's sumptuous branching complexity at which I am finally locked in and stuck on one path and time speeds me through stages of stasis and atrophy and decay until I go down for the third time, all struggle for naught, drowned by time. It is dreadful. But since it's my own choices that'll lock me in, it seems unavoidable--if I want to be any kind of grownup, I have to make choices and regret foreclosures and try to live with them.
If these past few weeks have taught me anything, it’s that sooner or later we all run out of time… Safe choices are fine, but if my clock hits zero tomorrow, I don’t want any regrets. I don’t know how long I’ll be in Italy, or what the world will look like when I come back; all I know is that we’re here now, and there’s no reason why we shouldn’t have what we want.
Time feels interminable when you're mired in regrets. Ramsey is my diversion.
Tongue crawling in my breastplate, Strength tilts my head- not fighting to escape- body calling, armor falling.....guards down... Look what you found~ the heart of A lady - Fair Lady
You had me at my eyes, I said...walking anent my personal space, propitiously invading my comfort zone, carrying on with your encomium. I am obliged. Hello, I said.
Many people we consider legends, such as Jerry Lee Lewis and Chuck Berry, remain so scarred by scandals, injustices and regrets from decades earlier that they're barely able to appreciate their accomplishments.
The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past.
I have no regrets. I've got my health.
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.
Had we not pursued the hydrogen bomb, there is a very real threat that we would now all be speaking Russian. I have no regrets.
He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.
I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
I don't got no regrets with any of my tats.
I have no regrets in my life whatsoever.
There are no regrets in life, just lessons.