Nicholas Sparks Quotes

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

I don't know how to sit outside myself and test against a hypothetical self who stayed home.

There are times I can't even figure myself out.

It's hard to regret making the choice that you think is right.

A conscience is a troublesome thing at times. I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning and I spent the time feeling what a nothing I was, and wishing I was so very different. Then the morning's post brought me a letter from a friend, saying I was so this, so that - it made me really cry, I was so grateful.

I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really - one has to ask oneself - what dignity is there in that?

The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

And she keeps saying, how can you do this to me? And i want to scream, what do you mean, how can I do this to you? Aren't we confusing our pronouns here? The question, really, is How could I do this to myself?

She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.

I'd rather believe in my own choice and see it all go wrong than do something I'm not fully convinced of and later feel guilty about it.

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

I think you always have regrets.

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

I definitely connected to the fact that life gets out of control and you end up doing things and wishing you were doing other things instead.

When your future arrives, will you blame your past?

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.'

I did a weird thing when I was about 24. For four years I had written quite a lot of poetry, and I started reading through it and thought some of it was really good. So I burnt it all.

I can never say 'why' about anything I do. I suppose I can say 'how' and 'when' and 'what.' But 'why' is impenetrable to me.

All of my close friends are emotional train wrecks. This is what makes our lives interesting - constantly doubting ourselves, worrying, wondering if we've made a mistake. Could we have done better? Are we good people? Are we bad people?

I just think too much sometimes.

Every one speaks well of his own heart, but no one dares speak well of his own mind.

Sometimes, I'm not sure why I wind up doing some of the things I do.

Looking back, I wonder where my head was at on some of the last few albums, and I know I was just doing what I thought I needed to at the time.

Basically, when I did 'Infinity' in 1997, I had thoughts in my head that left me with a lot of questions. I've gone to certain personal limits with 'Infinity' that, at the end of it, I think, scared me. And I've made a lot of really kinda bad mistakes as a result of that.

I hit this point - I guess you'd say an end of a chapter - where I felt like I kind of did everything. I wasn't interested in music. It was a really strange feeling, and needless to say, it freaked me out a little bit. I really started to go inward and say, 'Hey, what is this about?'