"Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day, To drooping Age, who crost his way, "It is a sunny hour of play, For which repentance dear doth pay, Repentance! Repentance! And this is Love, as wise men say |
A man is not old until his regrets take the place of his dreams |
Woody Allen (1935-) |
Apologizes are pointless, regrets come too late. What matters is you can move, on you can grow. |
But if they repent and keep up prayer and pay the poor-rate, they are your brethren in faith; and We make the communications clear for a people who know. (The Immunity 9.11) |
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If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world. |
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It took me less than half a lifetime to realize that regret is one of the few guaranteed certainties. Sooner or later everything is touched by it, despite our naive and sensless hope that just this time we will be spared its cold hand on our heart |
Knowledge without repentance will be but a torch to light men to hell |
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Denis Leary (1957-) |