Oh, fine new friends you have—until They betray you. If the gods toy with you, cousin, it is for Their ends, not yours. - Lois McMaster Bujold

The really unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, or anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present — they are real.

If you could go back in time and change things…
The only moment in time you could change things was the elusive now, which slipped through your fingers as fast as you could think about it.

You have to be careful who you let define your good.