Heck, everything we decide will be wrong," said Step, "because no matter what we do, something bad will happen later. So I refuse to regret any of it.

I saw two beings in the hues of the youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill... And both were young-- and one was beautiful -The Dream, Canto II Lord Byron

Nothing that actually happens is likely until it exists, and then it’s certain. You exist.

[...] leaving for a day or two that hopeless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curve of a bridge; a thing impossible to capture.

Written By Vladimir Nabokov

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