— Я начала жизнь с чистого листа, отныне я буду во всем искать позитивные стороны.— Ден заплатил Джулс, чтобы она соблазнила Кита.— Жизнь дерьмо, мне надо выпить.
Я теряю всех, к кому привязываюсь. Каждый раз, когда я открываюсь человеку, он уходит из моей жизни, или умирает, или переезжает, или его отправляют в Ирак…
Говорят, ад бесконечен. Говорят, наш самый страшный кошмар – это тьма внутри нас. Но чем бы он ни был, каким бы он ни был, я уверен, что ад пуст… И все дьяволы здесь.
Regret comes in all shapes and sizes. Some are
small...like when we do a bad thing for a good reason.
Some are bigger... like when we let down a friend. Some of us escape the
pangs of regret by making the right choice. Some of us have little time
for regret because we're looking forward to the future. Sometimes we
have to fight to come to terms with the past. And sometimes we bury our
regret by promising to change our ways. But our biggest regrets are not
for the things we did... but for the things we didn't do. Things we
didn't say... that could have saved someone we care about...especially
when we can see the dark storm that's headed their way.
There is no despair so absolute as that which
comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not
yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired
and recovered hope.
We all live in a house of fire. No fire
department to call. No way out. Just the upstairs window to look out of
while the fire burns the house down… with us trapped, locked in it.