“We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old.”
“I may regret the way we ended, but I will never regret what we had.”
“in all the years we spend together, I never once regretted the fact that I had chosen her and that she had chosen me as well.”
“I remember the first time we made love like it was the second time. We never made love again, and I don’t regret it for a second.”
“Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.”
“Do you know what the worst part of losing him is? The regret -- that he left before we could somehow find each other again. And now all I think about are the things I wish I'd told him before he died.”