sorry [Theme] Page 29

As podzol tears
furrow plow,
the right parts
ruthless sin.
Not a fault, but a mistake
breaks a window.
What to grieve, split,
the wine flowed?

Don't say: why is it that the former days better than these?, because it is not from wisdom that you ask this.

- Each of us has two halves: one is eager for the new, the other keeps still and is glad to return to him. You know it and you know the return does not reach the goal.
But regret remains like a wreath... a very expensive grave.

- The little death, ' said Zoe.
There was another long pause and then Zoe heard a sigh from Bob:
Is these pivotal moments in a person's life that change it forever: love is not given to the wrong head was in graduate school, on a dare stole a car and went to prison, something like that. Not everyone is able to experience painless; the person has long been able to have a loving wife and children, to make a great career, and he thinks and thinks about the past, about how things turned out would not happen then what happened. The person becomes embittered, does not rejoice in any of its success. And it usually pulls a new little death: he's depressed, under stress, begins to drink or take drugs, beat his wife and children.
- Wait, what are you saying? - asked Zoe. - In your opinion, the little death is a disappointment, or what?
- More pain and longing and anger. And the reason is not necessarily in you. Maybe someone of your parents died when you were little, or were you treated poorly in childhood; it changes people forever. It is impossible to survive that and grow up just like you would have grown if it hadn't happened.

Woe to him who gives her heart illusions are the only reality on earth, but Woe to someone who does not. One waiting for the disappointment and pain, the other - the belated regret.

Regret is a waste of time. It is the past that cripples you in the present.

Who avenges sometimes regret about perfect; the one who forgives never regrets it.

What sad faces. I don't know what it is, but spending time in regret is to miss moments of happiness. The flowers are not eternal.

You know that I'm sorry? It doesn't change anything, but I'm really sorry...

I have trained myself to look forward and never regret.

In the body love is like a Blizzard.
Blood
Fire
And ash.
The gentle friend
You took from me.
Now, dear, forgive.
All in advance forgiven.
To the end and without the edge
Were you affectionate and sweet.
The flame
Ash
And snowstorm.
In the wild drifts way.
Only here the loving friend
I'll never get back.

Almost all people do that, and I'm almost about everything.

Don't worry about that joy was not enough, that you become another sadness.

When lose luster Kingdom, to observe this even worse than the collapse of a second-rate Republic.