Maybe the greatest madness is to see life as it is rather than what it could be.
Don Quixote, Cervantes
I regret nothing. There have been things I missed, but I ask no questions, because I have loved it, such as it has been, even the moments of emptiness, even the unanswered—and that I loved it, that is the unanswered in my life.
The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand
Memory is the only thing that binds you to earlier selves; for the rest, you become an entirely different being every decade or so, sloughing off the old persona, renewing and moving on. You are not who you were, he told her, nor who you will be.
Charlotte Gray, Sebastian Faulks