Meg Wolitzer Quotes

I have had four happy days in my life, and three of them turned out to be illusions.

It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.

As time goes on, we suppress our dreams, which really makes me sad.

Tired faith all worn and thin, for all we could have done, and all that could have been.

At 30 I thought my life was over. I thought I'd have made something of myself by then, that life would somehow have made the necessary arrangements - but actually I had nothing.

There are many things that I feel I have missed out on.

Youth is a period of missed opportunities.

And there have certainly been movies I wanted to be in and milestones I wanted to surpass that did not happen.

So much of the deep lingering sadness over President Kennedy's assassination is about the unfinished promise: unspoken speeches, unfulfilled hopes, the wondering about what might have been.

An emotion that lives with me is a sense of 'what might have been' had injuries not robbed me of my most lethal weapon - speed.

I always wished for this, but it's almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.

What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.

The only thing I'd ever wanted in my life was to be a major-league ballplayer, but I had to admit to myself that I wasn't good enough. It broke my heart.

I know so many people who have tremendous regret in their life.

The memories for the missed opportunities are stronger than for the ones I managed to get over the line in.

My twenties were a write-off.

I don't remember my 20s as a good place.

There is no pain worse than not achieving a dream when it is your fault. If God did not want you to have it, that is one thing. But if you do not get what you desire because you are lazy, there is no pain worse than that.

So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.

Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture to ourselves what flowers they might have borne, if they had flourished . . .

The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.

The saddest thing in life is wasted talent

But if one's dreams having to come true was the only referendum on whether they were beautiful, or worth dreaming, well then, no one would wish for anything. And that would be so much sadder.