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I won't regret anything anymore.

If there is mental anguish that is stronger than the anguish of jealousy, it is fruitless regrets. Even the pain of loss is not so painful, and often they torment at the same time ...

It is often thought that repentance consists only of regretting the sins committed. But regret for sins is not repentance, it is only an integral part of it.

FRANZ: I don't regret it. I'm not going back to comma...
AMALIA: That's for nothing. So, you will regret later. The later, Franz, regret, the less can be changed.

- Tell me, are you allowed to kill?
- No, Ma'am.
- Hmm, sorry. That would be so helpful...

If I were to indulge in vain regrets that my mistake destroyed my past, it would be the greatest betrayal, the utter bankruptcy of this truth. But if the love of truth remains my last asset, then the more I have lost, the more I can be proud of the price paid for such love. Then the wreckage of the past will not be a burial hill above me, but a peak that I climbed to gain a wider view.

Regret is my eternal companion. Don't take an example from me.

Enmity is better than regret.

I certainly am surprised by the review media in Belarus, which seems very, very illogical. Maybe I won't give their additional comments, and I must say that in European countries political elites and government circles qualify it as orchestrated campaign. This is unfortunate, but I hope that after some time the incident will be exhausted and overcome.

...In the nature of the separation inherent regret...

If we do nothing, then often regret it. Because of regrets, doubts in their abilities. Doubt reduce our self-confidence, causing feelings of helplessness. But for the latter, we again do nothing. The circle is closed.

Regret?
This is my food and water.
My oxygen, my everything.
Faces blurred, names are mixed, but regret...
... regret never grows old.

Painful regret, continually painful thought, try to discover how to change what we cannot change, how to establish the other, now a belated move, as again become the architect of an irreparable offense. And next to this work of thought is ruthless fears, just the rats that lurked in the abandoned attic, raised a storm in the far reaches of his brain...

We do not think that such a MiG, but if moment by moment passes, without stopping, suddenly, there comes the period when life ends. Therefore, a righteous man should not grieve over the coming days and moons. Pity it is only necessary that the current moment passes in vain.