Something like “Of all the sins of men, the greatest of all is what might have been.” I know this isn’t right, can someone help me.
It’s from a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier… I forget the title, but it’s about a young man who passes up a chance at true love, because he’s too shy to speak to the girl he’s attracted to (he doesn’t realize that she’s equally smitten with him).
The quote was (I’m writing from memory):
"God pity them both, and pity us all,
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: ‘it might have been.’ "
Thanks, astorian!
If this is a sin, I’d better start confessing.