Consider the odd morphology of regret. — Wallace Stevens, The Collected Poems
Consider the odd morphology of regret. — Wallace Stevens, The Collected Poems
Consider the odd morphology of regret. — Wallace Stevens, The Collected Poems
Consider the odd morphology of regret. — Wallace Stevens, The Collected Poems
Consider the odd morphology of regret. — Wallace Stevens, The Collected Poems
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Consider the odd morphology of regret.

— Wallace Stevens, The Collected Poems
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Perhaps. But it is childish to think of what might have been. — Chaim Potok, The Promise
I spent the past two years fearing the worst, that I chose safe arms to hold me when his arms weren’t the arms I longed — Andrea Michelle, Escape the Doubt
Each year's regrets are envelopes in which messages of hope are found for the New Year. — John R. Dallas Jr., We Need to Have a Word: Words of Wisdom, Courage and Patience for Work, Home and Everywhere
Don't let things go, if you truly don't want them to go, trying again is far better than regret. — Magith Noohukhan
Too late... everything's always too late. — E.M. Forster, Maurice
We all have regrets. Anyone who says they have none is a liar, and anyone who thinks they'll live without acquiring some — Karen Amanda Hooper, Dangerous Depths
There's a time in your life when you have to stop looking back and start looking forward because otherwise you're going — Anna Maxted, Getting Over It
Nothin's what it seems, drow!" Bruenor declared. "Nothin'! Ye try to follow what ye know, ye know? But then ye find that — R.A. Salvatore, Exile
I'm afraid that the gift of visiting the past is all that we have. We can revisit it, but only as it happened. — Karen Essex, Dracula in Love
Don’t choose to walk the well-worn path to regret. — Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
We only understand the true love of our lives when we bound ourself within the boundries of right and wrong. — jitendra bhardwaj
Save the contrition for the confessional. Regret isn't worth a damn to anyone. — Elizabeth Kelly, The Last Summer of the Camperdowns