I have learned, painfully, over the years that the things I regret in my life are not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.

Lonely cries, and she was lonely, not for friends but for a time that hadn't been violated.

When I look at my life I realise that the mistakes I have made, the things I really regret, were not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.

I would rather have regrets of excess than regrets of denial.