I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.
Donna Lynn HopeMots clés nostalgia memories regret
The only mistake you can make is not asking for help.
Sandeep JauharMots clés mistakes medicine regret help
If the years have taught me one thing it's that those who care are always scarce. Those who genuinely care; not the acquaintances, false friends or those with similar aspirations. The few who seek your company, the souls who would plainly step off the world for you. Once you resolve to ignore them, only regret will follow.
Darrell DrakeMots clés friendship friends love trust regret friendship-and-love lamentation
A woman once held a Canary in the palm of her hand and stroked her and whispered a careful warning. The canary, seeking some freedom to fly, went into the mine while the woman watched in worry. The mine was filled with toxic gases and the Canary began to sing. She flew into danger, realized the threats around her, and wished to return to a place of refuge.
Donna Lynn HopeWhen the last autumn of Dickens's life was over, he continued to work through his final winter and into spring. This is how all of us writers give away the days and years and decades of our lives in exchange for stacks of paper with scratches and squiggles on them. And when Death calls, how many of us would trade all those pages, all that squandered lifetime-worth of painfully achieved scratches and squiggles, for just one more day, one more fully lived and experienced day? And what price would we writers pay for that one extra day spent with those we ignored while we were locked away scratching and squiggling in our arrogant years of solipsistic isolation?
Would we trade all those pages for a single hour? Or all of our books for one real minute?
Mots clés life age writing writers time death old-age regret charles-dickens
Regret is her companion and the one who whispers to her often. She has even let hope die and that brings about despair.
Donna Lynn HopeMots clés despair depression regret
Don’t let the agony, regret, or fog of yesterday blind you to the fact that each new day carries with it a plethora of opportunities to move your life into the right direction.
Steve MaraboliMots clés life goals success opportunities dreams path regret fog yesterday agony
More tears rushed from the depths of her tortured soul. ... The losses piled up.
Karen KingsburyWhy?” I asked him tiredly. “What would it have changed? What could you possibly have said that would have made a difference?”
“That I was your brother, Harry,” he said. “That I loved you. That I knew a few things about denying the dark parts of your nature. And that we would get through it.” He put his elblows on his knees and rested his forehead on his hands. “That we’d figure it out. That you weren’t alone.”
Stab.
Twist.
He was right. It was just that simple.
Mots clés sweet regret not-alone brotherly-love family-love
For, like desire, regret seeks not to be analysed but to be satisfied. When one begins to love, one spends one’s time, not in getting to know what one’s love really is, but in making it possible to meet next day. When one abandons love one seeks not to know one’s grief but to offer to her who is causing it that expression of it which seems to one the most moving. One says the things which one feels the need of saying, and which the other will not understand, one speaks for oneself alone. I wrote: 'I had thought that it would not be possible. Alas, I see now that it is not so difficult.' I said also: 'I shall probably not see you again;' I said it while I continued to avoid shewing a coldness which she might think affected, and the words, as I wrote them, made me weep because I felt that they expressed not what I should have liked to believe but what was probably going to happen.
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