No, I don't regret anything at this point. That may change on the next phone call, but at the moment I don't regret anything.
Why regret anything? Where does it get you to regret anything you've ever done in your life? It gets you nowhere. It's a pathetic emotion that you can wallow in.
True remorse is never just a regret over consequences; it is a regret over motive.
I don't regret anything that I've turned down, and I don't regret anything that I've done, really.
I regret that I was never an athlete. I regret there isn't time in life. I regret that so many of my friends have died. I regret that I was not brave at certain times in my life. I regret that I'm not beautiful. I regret that my conversation is largely with myself. I'm not part of the conversation of the world.
When your only regret is if anyone thinks you regret anything - that is the definition of conviction.
I never regret anything and I don't believe in regret. I think it's just a big time-waster.
When you look at life retrospectively you rarely regret anything that you did, but you might regret things that you didn't do.
I don't think I understand the concept of regret. Because if I regret anything, that would mean, like, I hate myself.
Regret is something I wanted to write a lot about because once you make a decision, regret doesn't do anything except linger inside you.
I would hate for my father to regret all his support that he's given me over the years and be embarrassed by anything I chose to do.
There's no reason to regret anything. Regret is a waste.
Regret is not an apology. I regret that I ran the stop sign, right, but, yeah, I'm not sorry for what I speaking. I regret that because I got a ticket. You can regret things and still not be sorry for them.
I never regret anything. I always said that when I'm old, I want to be sitting there regretting the things that I did and not the things that I didn't do; and now I'm old, and I don't regret anything! I had fun. I had fun, and I'm still having it.
I'm really quite conscious of clothes and the way they fit and don't regret wearing anything. Not even the five-inch stack heels I wore with three-button high-waisters at comprehensive school. Regret is for wimps.
Not that I regret saying what I believed to be the truth, but I regret anything that I might have written or spoken that could have been used in a way to help to foster that atmosphere out of which came the loss of life of Brother Malcolm.