Eleanor Roosevelt Quotes

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

I think we all agree, the past is over.

I won't cling to the past.

It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.

Learning from our mistakes is critical for improving, but even I don't have patience for ranking my regrets. Regret is a negative emotion that inhibits the optimism required to take on new challenges. You risk living in an alternative universe, where if only you had done this or that differently, things would be better. That's a poor substitute for making your actual life better, or improving the lives of others. Regret briefly, analyze and understand, and then move on, improving the only life you have.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

Don't think about what you've left behind.

And it's okay if you have to go away Oh just remember the telephone works both ways And if I never ever hear them ring If nothing else I'll think the bells inside Have finally found you someone else and that's okay Cause I'll remember everything you sang ((You and I both))

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

One can forgive but one should never forget.

Because you can get free of everything except the space where things have been

No need to be sentimental to mourn the loss of Paradise.

When you put so much effort to forget someone, the effort itself becomes a memory. Then you have to forget the forgetting, and that too is memorable.

It's a waste of time to think about what I should have done and what I didn't. I really believe in that. That's how I react to the if-onlys of life. To moan and groan about something I shouldn't have done, could have done, might have done...who knows? It is what it is. You got what you got. I live my life one day at a time.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

The past is a closed door.

Better to have loved and lost than to live with regret.

I have discovered, passionate grief does not link us with the dead but cuts us off from them. This becomes clearer and clearer. It is just at those moments when I feel least sorrow - getting into my morning bath is usually one of them - that H. rushes upon my mind in her full reality, her otherness. Not, as in my worst moments, all foreshortened and patheticized and solemnized by my miseries, but as she is in her own right. This is good and tonic.

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

It's time to live with what we have and mourn what we lost.

When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss anything. I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moon or the slipper of its coming back. Or, a kiss. Well, yes, especially a kiss.

You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know.

Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.

I said there was but one solitary thing about the past worth remembering, and that was the fact that it is past-can't be restored.

You cannot go around and keep score. If you keep score on the good things and the bad things, you'll find out that you're a very miserable person. God gave man the ability to forget, which is one of the greatest attributes you have. Because if you remember everything that's happened to you, you generally remember that which is the most unfortunate.