In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.
once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely.
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.
You can't run away from yourself
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.