Let's just say you may regret that second piece of cake. Oh my God. Regret cake? Whatever was about to happen must be truly evil.
I wanted to protect him, which I was sure I could do, even if I could not protect myself.
The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.
It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.
There is no vice or folly that requires so much nicety and skill to manage as vanity; nor any which by ill management makes so contemptible a figure.
Unfortunately, Osama bin Laden puts his finger on the other longstanding injustices in the Arab world: the conying so. And, tinued occupation of Palestinian land by the Israelis; the enormous, constant Arab anger with the tens of thousands of Iraqi children who are dying under sanctions; the feelings of humiliation of millions of Arabs living under petty dictators, almost all of whom are propped up by the West.
The word "hope" I take for faith; and indeed hope is nothing else but the constancy of faith.
Perhaps, the answer is that my ravaged mind rails against the idea of God, but something deeper in me calls out as if God might answer. 'There are not foxholes,' I guess, and depression is the deepest and deadliest foxhole I've been in. It may be the 'dark night of the soul' that the mystics talk about but in depression it is not so much that one becomes lost in the dark as one becomes the dark.