A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.
In looking back, I see nothing to regret and little to correct.
It's the things I might have said that fester.
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.
Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage which we did not take towards the door we never opened into the rose-garden.
Regrets and recriminations only hurt your soul.
I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations - one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it - you will regret both.
Is it really so difficult to tell a good action from a bad one? I think one usually knows right away or a moment afterward, in a horrid flash of regret.
I have loved badly, loved the great too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall alone and from a chipped plate the words that I withdrew too late.
Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
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.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: 'It might have been!'
Hindsight is always twenty-twenty.
