David Cohen Quotes

When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.

I'm quite detached from failure and success. Once a shooting is done, I kind of close that chapter in my life.

It's pointless to be critical of your stuff once it's done. I don't spend a lot of time agonising over it. It's of no importance once it's finished.

There comes a time when you have to shut it off, let it go, and say it's not going to happen.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away

You don't have to move on to let go.

With my mom, when someone was gone, they were gone. She didn't waste another minute thinking about them, and neither should you.

At some point, we all have to let go.

Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different, it's accepting the past for what it was, and using this moment and this time to help yourself move forward.

I turn and I slowly walk away and I don't look back. It has always been a fault of mine, but it is the way I am. I never look back. Never.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

When it's over it's over. No questions, no tears, no farewell kisses.

I tend to like to move on. I don't sit around and dwell on things much.

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.

But there's a beginning in an end, you know? It's true that you can't reclaim what you had, but you can lock it up behind you. Start fresh.

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript

If love found me it can surely find you. I ain't even got one sad tear left in me.

They don't matter. I thought I had to prove something, and I did, to myself. There's nothing left for me to prove. I can move on with my life.

Having looked the past in the eye, having asked for forgiveness and having made amends, let us shut the door on the past—not in order to forget it but in order not to allow it to imprison us.

But Laila has decided that she will not be crippled by resentment. Mariam wouldn’t want it that way. ‘What’s the sense?’ she would say with a smile both innocent and wise. ‘What good is it, Laila jo?’ And so Laila has resigned herself to moving on. For her own sake, for Tariq’s, for her children’s. And for Mariam, who still visits Laila in her dreams, who is never more than a breath or two below her consciousness. Laila has moved on. Because in the end she knows that’s all she can do. That and hope.

You can always forgive, you just can't really forget.

Sometimes it's better not to look back.

One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind.

The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.