"Regret is the wasting of precious time, feeling guilty for past mistakes. Mistakes are a thread in the blanket of our character. Without them we wouldn’t learn. We all have made decisions in our lives that are driven by passion. Whether it be love, anger or just excitement. We sometimes dive into the water without sticking our feet in to check the temperature. Looking back on past mistakes should be looked back on with a smile, if looked back on at all. The lessons we learned from them and sometimes the fun we had while making them, should make them mistakes that were worth making. A person who tries everyday to make no mistakes isn’t living, but suffocating under the misery of an unreachable expectation. To regret is to be the one who decides what’s right and what’s wrong. You are not qualified to determine this. Everything you do is a pebble being thrown into a lake. The ripples will ripple outward and have an effect on other peoples lives. Something you did in your past that may have seemed utterly wrong to you, may have been the cause of changing somebody else’s life for the good. You will never know how your actions have affected the world, only how your actions have affected you. So regret is a selfish emotion. Do not regret the mistakes that make you who you are today, but rather cherish them. And in the last minute of your life, feel sorrow for not having more time to make more of them."

"There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell."

"You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play."

"I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don’t have to ask a child about happy, you see it. There are or they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you."