“I notice the silvery hair at his temples with a tinge of sadness. Why do parents grow old? Life is a castle of lies slowly dismantled by the passage of time. I regret not spending more time looking at the people I love.”

“Why do people spend their time being sad when they could be happy?”

“When I die, I will decidedly not be regretting missed opportunities for a good time. My regrets will be more along the lines of a sad list of people hurt, people let down, assets wasted and advantages squandered.”

“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.”

“Love can destroy or create all things, depending on whose hands wield the emotion, and whose heart gets in the way. I regret nothing I've felt in the past, for it got me to where I am now, nor do I regret what I feel now. I regret the devastation that comes with the passage of time, but I do not regret you. Nor will I ever.”

“When people grow old and look back on their lives, they don't regret what they did, they regret what they didn't do.”