The first half of life is spent in longing for the second - the second half in regretting the first

We went to the New York World's Fair, saw what the past had been like, according to the Ford Motor Car Company and Walt Disney, saw what the future would be like, according to General Motors. And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present, she needs to page through the past, and when she does, she remembers things, and her new journal entries become, for the most part, reactions to the days she regrets, wants to correct, rewrite.

No matter how happy I had been in the past I do not long for it. The present is always the moment for which I love.

He who spends time regretting the past loses the present and risks the future

The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again I'd make all the same mistakes - only sooner.