Novel & Cerita Risking Is Better Than Regretting

She seemed to be debating if it was even possibly feasible and whether she should raise her expectations one more time. “Well... It seems too wonderful to be true," she said as she looked down at her feet. "It's nothing more than a pipe dream. You're going to be wounded following this foolishness." “Yeah. Most likely," Ricky conceded. "You see, we're not idiots. We are aware of the dangers. We're all aware that there's a considerable probability not all of us will make it. But we're all prepared to take that risk for the greater benefit."

“I’ll regret it.” That was the part that scared me the most. My mother was quiet for a moment, her thumb brushing lightly over my hand. Then she spoke. “Hope,” she said gently, “there’s something you need to understand.” I turned slightly to look at her. “Life doesn’t come with guarantees,” she continued. “No matter what you choose, there’s always a risk. That's just life for you, dear.” I stayed silent, listening. “You can walk away from him right now,” she said. “You can choose the safer option. The one that makes sense. The one that protects you.”

She watched him read it again. He set the notebook down. He looked at her across the library table — their table, in their library, in the last hour of the year they had built together. He signed: "I learned the same things." She looked at him. "The same list?" He: "The same core of it." He paused. Then he signed, slowly, with the deliberateness he brought to things that mattered: "I learned that the life I had been building around the avoidance of risk was not safety. It was a smaller version of what was possible." He signed: "And I learned that the version I live now, with everything it involves — including the things I cannot control and the honesty that is sometimes harder than managemen

I close the drapes again and slouch back onto the sofa, tossing my book over my head. I have never been wildly popular or even popular. I was someone who would prefer having my nose buried under my books because I was determined to be someone one day. Someone with power in this world. I was okay with not having the teenage experience, I knew one day it would be worth it. It also seemed very overrated. I mean, who wants to regret the decisions you made for the rest of your life. So I always played on the safe side. One of the reasons why I'm still a Virgin. I'd hate looking back at my first time regretting it and feeling embarrassed about it.

I interrupted, surprising him with my response. "No, but-" "But what?" He paused for a moment before speaking. "He's probably ready for bed now. It's pointless." "You're giving up before even giving it a shot." "What's the point of trying when I already know the outcome?" "You take the risk anyway," I said with a shrug, hoping he would understand. "Because that's what we do for the people we truly care about. We take risks and hope for the best. And they expect us to try. It's much better than doing nothing. It changes everything."

“Worth it.” His chuckle was dark, unrepentant. “Good girl.” Neither of us felt an ounce of regret. The risk, the ruin—it was the point. Because this was my fantasy. And now, it was our reality.

“I mean, I get your point, Roman, but this is just bad. This bitch is going to kill us if she gets on the loose. Didn’t you see what she just did?” “I know it doesn’t sound all that safe, but please just trust me,” Roman says, getting into the front and revving the engine. However, instead of driving the vehicle, he shoots one more cautious look at the other van behind us, where Riva will stay for the rest of the ride home. “You know what they say: high risk, high payoff.” I know I just said that literally earlier, but for some reason I can’t stand hearing it from Roman. It feels like an insult somehow. It feels like he knew right off the bat what the odds are, but he went ahead and pushed t

“It's not that simple, Katie. It's never that simple. There are consequences to everything, and I don't want to risk losing him or my job or my self-respect.” “I know,” she says, a false smile on her lips as she watches people go about their strolls in the sunshine. “It’s not fair, is it?” Nope. “You shouldn’t let fear hold you back. When you get one chance at life, don't do things that you'll regret.” I know she's right, but the thing she doesn't seem to see is that I'm not sure which decision will lead to the least regret. I’m going to have regrets no matter what I do.

Who am I to deny him a chance? He even searched on G****e; I wanted to laugh out loud, but he looked annoyed and frustrated. I smiled from afar, watching his cute actions. I hope this will be worth it. I'm willing to risk my heart for him again. The worst thing you can do in life is to regret, so I'll take the risk. There's nothing wrong with following your heart.

It would be cheating myself just as much as him, and I refuse to do that to myself. "I guess you're right." Dustin says, looking out the windows as his mind wanders. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Going through what I did with Jasmine, well, it's made me reevaluate a lot of my decisions. And my behavior. Micah, you were right when you said I was slacking. I needed that push. I hope you'll still find a spot for me somewhere in the pack. I respect your decision to make Griffin your beta. It was the right one." He states and his words surprise me. Dustin has always been an arrogant wolf, so his admission must be hard for him.