"While clocks are made by men, God created Time.

Everyone measures their time--some with hope, some with despair.

They can only wonder if their time on Earth were being spent in the most fulfilling matter.

The passage of time, therefore, is reminiscally melancholic not in its passing, but in the sudden epiphany that something finite is irrevocably gone. That is when people tend to feel a pensiveness--in regards to their quality of life--that might best be described as bittersweet. Sometimes it seemed that life is a constant struggle against the nostalgia of memories that can never happen again.

How could I have been so ignorant, so stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness?

We’ve all thought of this at one point, when we miss someone dearly after realizing that we took them for granted. But without such ignorance, such carelessness, how could we live?

If you knew what was going to happen next, if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed, lulled into a false sense of security.

The best way to keep something bad from happening is to see it ahead of time.

After all, you don't have to be afraid to fall, when you're already on the ground.

You don't have to be scared to lose someone, when there's no one around to lose.

If you lived your life like that, Life would be meaningless.

You’d never explore the world. You’d never make friends. You'd never love anyone.

You'd never dare to"

--Closer