Regret is the most tiresome of companions.
You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.
Old friends are memories personified.
Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.
Everyone who got to where they are had to begin where they were.
Humanity is always looking for the next great world, the next frontier. I wonder how different this world would be if we were content with where we were.