“The urge is always with me to retouch yesterday's canvas with today's paintbrush and cover the things that fill me with regret..”
“There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indelibly with regret.”
“I’m here today because of my decisions yesterday. So I can change my tomorrow today, but I can’t change my today today. This makes the me of yesterday offensive to the me of today.”
“Inbetween yesterday's regret and tomorrow's dream is today's opportunity. Seize the chance!”
“It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.”
“She can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist.”