But in any case, there's nothing to be sorry for not doing while you were here. It's a tiny planet, swallowed in a big universe, and, using that same scale of value, this year will be swallowed up into a much more interesting life that you'll have.
The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein