There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indelibly with regret.

What else could I do? You couldn't just say no. I had to think about...my...position.

The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret.

There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.

Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.

There hasn't been anything in my life that I would regret, ... and I don't consider myself a fuddy-duddy. The only thing I don't have is an iPod.