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“Over the meeting of the lovers I draw a veil. The burst of rapture with which they clasped each other in a wild embrace -- the many inquiries -- the fond regrets and thrilling hopes -- it is out of my power to convey. Let me, therefore, leave them to their happiness.”

Regret Lovers Draws Let Me Embrace Meetings Inquiry Veils Thrilling Rapture

Book:Ranthorpe ...

Source: Ranthorpe ...

“Music lets me forget bad experiences. You cannot keep ragas and regrets in your mind together.”

Mind Together Forget Regret Let Me Bad Experiences

Author:Ustad Bismillah Khan

“When I rise up, let me rise up joyful like a bird. When I fall, let me fall without regret like a leaf.”

Fall Regret Bird Let Me Joyful Leafs

Book:Farming: A Hand Book

Source: Farming: A Hand Book

“Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?”

Ends Regret Let Me

Author:Janet Fitch

“Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my despair. If you are my hidden treasure, if you are my cross, my dampened pain, if I am a dog, and you alone my master, never let me lose what I have gained, and adorn the branches of your river with leaves of my estranged Autumn.”

“Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?”

Ifs Should Ends Whole Air Regret Let Me Chains Links Oleanders

Author:Janet Fitch

“let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.”

Feels Happens Form Black Realizing Loss Grief Fire Regret Like You Sorrow Taste Angel Let Me Fingers Spread Cooks Substance Thick Ashes Dip Dissolving Syrup

Author:Jodi Picoult