His anger was as great as mine, but hot where mine was cold.
I was remembering the things we had done together, the times we had had. It would have been pleasant to preserve that comradeship in the days that came after. Pleasant, but alas, impossible. That which had brought us together had gone, and now our pa...
We all have to learn to live with our losses, and to use our regrets to spur us on in the future.
Fritz was melancholic by nature, and could tolerate his own gloom. I do not think this is so with you, who are sanguine and impatient. In your case, remorse and despondency could be crippling.
Some people are oil and water.
