Regret
“You ever wonder what your life would be like if you,uh...if you never met your wife?”
“What,wonder if I would be better off with out her?”
“No,no,no.I am not saying,like,better off.”
“No.”
“I didn't mean it like that.”
“It's all right. It's an imbr /ortant question.Cause you'll have bad times,but that'll always wake you ubr / to the good stuff you weren't br /aying attention to.”
“And you don't regret meeting your wife?”
“Why?Cause the br /ain I feel now?Oh,I got regrets,but,I don't regret a single day I sbr /ent with her.”
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“That's why I'm not talking right now about some girl I saw at a bar 20 years ago…and how I always regretted not going over and talking to her. I don't regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy. I don't regret the 6 years I had to give ubr / counselling when she got sick. And I don't regret the last years when she got really sick.And I sure as hell don't regret missing a damn game.That's regret.”
“Wow!”
————摘自《心灵捕手》
(哇,杏花开了,你看到了吗。)