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“Never regret not being able to realize certain things in your life. You are who you are now, partly because of these things, and if you are satisfied with your existence now, there is no need to feel sad about past. Maybe even a small difference in the past could make you feel displeased now. The same is true with regard to the future. You are going to be someone, partly because you cannot achieve all of your goals now, and nobody can know if these achievement can make us happy or cause suffering in the future.”

HappinessSufferingRegret
Author:Elmar Hussein
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“What sort of person does things like this?" "I don't know," he said wearily. "All my decades, and I don't know. My brothers and I used to go rabbiting. We killed roos, to, when times were really tough. We ate the meat and sold the skins. I won't lie to you - we enjoyed the hunt, being one with the bush, so we knew where each animal was. I fought in World War II too, and, yes, I killed men then, even though I was a doctor and mostly, if we were lucky, saved them." "But you never enjoyed the killing," she stated. "No, Fish love. Every time I pressed the trigger there was the moment of regret. I killed for necessity, and never without regret.”

DeathRegretWorld War IiWorld War 2Jackie FrenchMatilda SagaJoey Mcalpine
Book:The Last Dingo Summer
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“Stoker to Veronica. I thought it was love but I was so very wrong. I have never known love at least not until..... I thought at some point I would have a great love like that. A woman fashioned by the gods just for me as I had been made just for her. That we would find each other. That she was waiting for me but I did not wait for her. I married a base metal when the gods had  promised me gold.”

RegretBittersweet
Book:A Treacherous Curse
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“Maybe he was reaching out to me through those words, and I let him slip away. I stayed silent. If I had written to him more often, been more honest, would it have helped him work through some of his problems so he wouldn’t have run away from home? Maybe if I tried to find him, I would have. Maybe he wouldn’t have become an addict if someone were there for him. Maybe he wouldn’t have been killed in the street by the police, his death tallied as an improvement to society.”

DeathFriendshipRegretDrugsPolice Brutality
Book:Patron Saints of Nothing
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