We have all hurt someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. We have all loved someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. It is an intrinsic human trait, and a deep responsibility, I think, to be an organ and a blade. But, learning to forgive ourselves and others because we have not chosen wisely is what makes us most human. We make horrible mistakes. It’s how we learn. We breathe love. It’s how we learn. And it is inevitable.
Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.
|—||Sydney J. Harris, US syndicated columnist “Strictly Personal” (1917-1986)|
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
|—||P.G. Wodehouse, Very Good, Jeeves!|
I used to say this to people too. I am not proud.
Her: Maybe it's just not your time right now.
Me: Yes. Maybe five years from now they'll say, "You know what we need? Someone we seriously considered before, whose qualifications and experience we found lacking and/or who we didn't much care for as a person."
Me: But older.