Usually the most interesting stories are written not on paper but hearts.
Regret is the most tiresome of companions.
I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.
To deny our pasts is to burn the bridge we must cross to self-understanding.
Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.
I've wondered why the famous congregate with each other. Perhaps it's to assure each other that they really are as important as they think they are.