“And I have no regrets.” “That’s a pity,” Hunt said easily. “Having regrets is the only sign that you’ve done anything interesting with your life.” ― Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer…
“The Little Boy and the Old Man
Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the old man, “I do that too.”
The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
I do that too,” laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”
But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
I know what you mean,” said the little old man.”
― Shel Silverstein
foto –saffy and izzy on his last day on earth at north beach
“If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs, “The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer.” While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, He cries to the moo-oo-oon, “If only, if only.”
The Maitland Daily Mercury (NSW : 1894 – 1939), Wednesday 29 January 1902,
“If you don’t figure out what is at your core, what you stand for, and what ultimately motivates you, you’ll always second-guess yourself. You’ll always have regrets. Uncover your core values and use them as a template to test decisions in your life.”
Jim Hayhurst, Sr.
― Edith Sitwell
A MODERN AUSTRALIAN POET
A Final Toast By Judie Peet
To tracks I shall not walk
and trails I’ll never blaze,
to sun-kissed hues of far-off views
on which I’ll never gaze.
To birds I didn’t see,
and those I didn’t know,
to folk I guess I won’t impress
with bird lists I might show.
To trees I failed to save
and those that I have grown
to forests where I breathed the air
that Eden might have known.
To men I didn’t kiss
when I was young and shy,
to those I would now if I could —
to dreams I’ve let float by.
To those I might have helped
and good I might have done,
to happy tears and love-filled years,
gee whiz, I’ve had some fun.
Abigail Adams to John Adams, December, 1782
“Daniel was very like a child in all the parts of his character. He was strongly affected by whatever was present, and apt to forget the absent. He acted on impulse, and too often had reason to be sorry for it; but he hated his sorrow too much to let it teach him wisdom for the future.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia’s Lovers
“YOU SEE THEM SOMETIMES.
They’re just out of the corner of your eye, when you’re not expecting them, and sometimes if you close your eyes very, very tightly, and open them quickly, there will be a quick flash of them behind your eyelids before they dissipate.
They are the echoes of deja vu, they are the regrets that are fleeting, they are that which you didn’t know you missed…
They are everywhere and nowhere.”
― Peter David, The Quiet Place
Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
foto – a cottage on the south coast 2010
In the twenty-fifth year of my age
I find myself to be a dromedary
That has run short of water between
One oasis and the next mirage
And having despaired of ever
Making my obsessions intelligible
I am content at last to be
The sole clerk of my metamorphoses.
foto – repton railway bridge dec 09