No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.
My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.
Most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes.
Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it come to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.
I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky. I would like to pray. And surely of all the stars that perished long ago, one still exists.[Ich möchte aus meinem Herzen hinaus unter den großen Himmel treten. Ich möchte beten. Und einer von allen Sternen müßte wirklich noch sein.]
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations – one can do either this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: Do it or do not do it – you will regret both.[Ja jeg indseer det nu fuldelig, der er to Tilfælde mulige, man kan enten gjøre det eller det, min oprigtige Mening og mit venskabelige Raad er som følger, gjør det eller gjør det ikke, Du vil fortryde begge Dele.]
I regret nothing. There have been things I missed, but I ask no questions, because I have loved it, such as it has been, even the moments of emptiness, even the unanswered – and that I loved it, that is the unanswered in my life.
For when regret calls to a person it is always late.[Thi naar Fortrydelsen kalder paa et Menneske er det altid silde.]
For once there’s a death one doesn’t like to think there’s been harsh words spoken and no chance of taking them back.
Even you are not rich enough to buy back your past. No man is.[to Sir Robert Chiltern]
