I want that. I want that awful intense and serious unhappiness, cos then I might feel better, and then I might be happy.
If you feel suddenly so anxious for laugh, then it's too late to find ha-ha in dictionary.
None of us can undo what we've done, or relive a life already recorded. But, ... there is no such thing as "too late" in life.
There's a hard law, mejuffrou, that when a deep injury is done to us, we never recover until we forgive.
If something anticipated arrives too late it finds us numb, wrung out from waiting, and we feel - nothing at all. The best things arrive on time.
I am doing my best to find it. I will find it before the public finds it. I will get out of it before it's too late. The reason I will do that is because that's what I'm paid to do.
With a disaster like global warming, it's too late to worry about when it's looming except to figure out how to adapt to it.
Most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.
Looking back you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life and that person was you. It is not too late to become that person again.
I don't want to peak too early. The worry is that you never know until it's all over whether you peaked at all - and then you're finished and it's too late.
There are places we fear, places we dream, places whose exiles we became and never learned it until, sometimes, too late.
If we change our thoughts from 'it's too late' to, 'there's still hope', we might see some change in the world.
I never learned to ride a bicycle, and it is too late now. I never learned to drive. I never learned to swim.
I want to get a vending machine, with fun sized candy bars, and the glass in front is a magnifying glass. You'll be mad, but it will be too late.
Think carefully before you do something because any action may have a consequence and later you can regret and maybe it can be too late
In the central Indian state of Orissa, mining has scarred the landscape, and it is already too late to secure most of the traditional elephant corridors.
An elaborate system of etiquette and social standards flowered around the home phone: how long a child might be allowed to stay on the phone, how late one could call without being impolite, and of course, the dread implications of a late night call w...
People can be so neglectful of each other and of their own heritage - then death intrudes. Conversations we wish that we'd had earlier are had too late.
Hurry, conscious younger people! Get to power quickly so political decisions can be based on the greater good for all rather than the greater gain for few. Hurry, before it is too late!
One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.
This flattery has been rather slow in coming. I think all of sudden late in life now I'm getting some credit for what I've done. Which is gratifying, but it's kind of a little late.
