Regret is just a waste of time for fools.

Who do you suppose decided that the birds are free? Even if they can fly the skies unless they have a destination and a branch upon which to perch and rest their wings they might even come to resent having those wings. True freedom... true freedom may be having somewhere to return to.

My heart hurts that means I’m alive.

Muichi Motsu: "Hold nothing": If you meet Buddha, kill Buddha. If you meet the patriarchs, kill the patriarchs. Free of all, bound by nothing, you live your life simply as it is

Why would anyone want to turn back time? There is no meaning in regret, no point in thinking about thing I could have done. Because there is no guarantee that any decision is the right one.

When he laughed in his throat, the butterfly laughed at me too. It's obscene fluttering corrupted me into darkness.

What's wrong with selfishness and egotism? We live to die smiling, don't we?