Autobiography of Blue

We must come to grief and regret anyway, and I for one would rather regret the reality than its fantasm, knowledge than hope, the deed than the hesitation, true life and not mere sickly potentialities. All of which casuistry is only to say, my very dear, come back to the park. Let me touch your hand again. Let us walk in our decorous storm together. 

- from Possession by A.S. Byatt