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What can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished? The hard reality is, surely, that for the likes of you and I, there is little choice other than to leave our fate, ultimately, in the hands of those great gentlemen at the hub of this world who employ our services. What is the point in worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one’s life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that is in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment. — Kazuo Ishiguro · 1989Yeah now, well, the thing about the old days... They the old days. — Slim Charles · 2006Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you. — Satchel Paige · 1953Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day. — Kazuo Ishiguro · 1989But what is the sense in forever speculating what might have happened had such and such a moment turned out differently? One could presumably drive oneself to distraction in this way. — Kazuo Ishiguro · 1989Do you ever do this, you think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again. — Tom · 2009
The past3 quotes
What can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished? The hard reality is, surely, that for the likes of you and I, there is little choice other than to leave our fate, ultimately, in the hands of those great gentlemen at the hub of this world who employ our services. What is the point in worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one’s life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that is in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment. — Kazuo Ishiguro · 1989Yeah now, well, the thing about the old days... They the old days. — Slim Charles · 2006Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you. — Satchel Paige · 1953
Looking back2 quotes
Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you. — Satchel Paige · 1953Do you ever do this, you think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again. — Tom · 2009
Do you ever do this, you think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again. — Tom · 2009
Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day. — Kazuo Ishiguro · 1989
Regret1 quote
What can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished? The hard reality is, surely, that for the likes of you and I, there is little choice other than to leave our fate, ultimately, in the hands of those great gentlemen at the hub of this world who employ our services. What is the point in worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one’s life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that is in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment. — Kazuo Ishiguro · 1989