We mark some days as fair, some as foul, because we do not see that the character of every day as identical

Nothing changes what alreaday happened. It will always have happened. You either let it break you down or you don't.

Our worst pain is confined within our own skin.

Or maybe it is only that we are so habitually inattentive that when some rare but simple geometry grabs us by the shoulders and shakes us into consciousness, we call our response sacred.

I know I don't need him, but I think I want him.

No looking back. Life goes one way only, and whatever opinions you hold about the past having nothing to do with anything but your own damn weakness. Nothing changes what already happened. It will always have happened. You either let it break you down or you don't.

Disease is nature's revenge for our destructiveness.