Marisha Pessl Quotes

Were it not better to forget than to remember and regret?

I have some girls who I look back on and I think, 'Wow, they were really horrible to me.' I would love an apology from a few girls, but whatever. I'm not holding any grudges. I'm over it.

Apologizes are pointless, regrets come too late. What matters is you can move, on you can grow.

Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.

I am sorry for what has happened and I know that I need some help.

Now that we are cool, he said, and regret that we hurt each other, I am not sorry that it happened.

I'm a person that carries everything that happened to me in my past, with me into the future. I refuse to let it make me bitter. I still completely believe in love and I remain open to anything that will happen to me.

Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune.

I had to learn compassion. Had to learn what it felt like to hate, and to forgive and to love and be loved. And to lose people close to me. Had to feel deep loneliness and sorrow. And then I could write.

I just don't like to talk about the past.

I think we've all done things we're not particularly fond of. Everybody goes through it and comes out the other end, and goes on with his life as if it didn't happen.

A great thing of getting older is coming to terms and saying sorry and trying to repair damage that happened in the past.

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

I’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.

I regret the ending of our friendship and hope one day before we die, we'll make peace with each other . . . No rush.

Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a tomb, regrets which gild thro’ the spirit’s gloom, and with ghastly whispers tell that joy, once lost, is pain.

Remorse ... is one of the many afflictions for which time finds a cure.

So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.

I am sorry," I whispered. "I am sorry for all of the ways that I failed you. I am sorry that I was not there to save you, or to die alongside you. I am sorry that I have kept you with me for so long, trapped in my heart, bound in sorrow and remorse. I forgive you too. I forgive you for leaving me, and I forgive you for returning. I forgive you your anger, and your grief. Let this be an end to it.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness?

One cannot too soon forget his errors and misdemeanors for to dwell long upon them is to add to the offense, and repentance and sorrow can only be displaced by somewhat better, and which is as free and original as if they had not been.

Forgiveness has its comforts, but it can never give you back what you've lost.

When you haven't forgiven those who've hurt you, you turn back against your future. When you do forgive, you start walking forward.

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

People say time heals all wounds. Let me tell you, time heals nothing. You can do the wrong thing for 10 years and it doesn't equal the right thing for one day.